Flight delayed. Teenager cranky. I pay an arm and a leg to get to lounge with a buffet. I say to my son, “Now eat as much as you want, so we don’t have to buy bad, overpriced food on the plane.”
The menu is full of delicious food. Boy takes one slice of chocolate cake and a Coke. Eats half of it, doesn’t like dark chocolate.
During the four-hour wait, I binge-eat. Boy gives me an evil eye. Finally, we get to the plane. When the plane takes off, the boy looks at the menu and says, “Buy me a panini; I’m hungry.”
I should’ve used a condom.
