I have learned that if one is sleeping for a long time on a flight, one’s meal may be brought to one and then taken away if not eaten. This has the affect of making one very cranky when one is looking forward to a meal.
Now one – I have a plan.
Prior to my post take-off nap, I shall take the white bag in the front seat pocket and write a note to put over my meal…
“I plan to eat this after my nap, please leave it here.”
I feel pretty clever about this.
I woke and there was my meal. As I lifted my note, I noticed something terribly wrong. The dish was there, but the meal, the hot part, was gone. I asked my seat mate who must have felt I had an accusing tone about it. “I was sleeping too,” she told me. And so I accepted my fate – no hot breakfast for me. Yet I was curious.
I found Chris, the lead flight attendant. Yes, he saw my note. Yes, he took my meal. “It would have been scary to eat a meal so cold,” he explained.
“True,” I agreed with a slight whine, “but it was fooood.”
Once he was done teasing me, he explained that he took my hot meal so he could keep it hot until I was ready for it. “Really?” I said with wonder.
And so he brought me my hot meal of poached eggs, spinach and a roasted tomato (pronounced to-mah-toe.)
And it was good.
I heart Qantas.