These days, of course, airlines don't really serve food on their flights--even on cross-country flights. So on a recent trip from Burlington, Vermont to Seattle, Lauren and I bought a couple ham sandwiches--from a well-known coffee outlet--when we changed planes in Detroit.
The first one tasted pretty good, although the panini or whatever they used for bread was pretty dry.
When hunger returned, somewhere over Montana, we pulled out the second sandwich. But before we could even open the package we noticed it had a passenger: a small, winged insect was moving around in there.
We decided to go hungry.
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