I had a godiva chocolate in my pocket. It is one of my favourites - 50% dark chocolate square – from the assorted box on flight. The other day, I saved it specially to go with my black tea after the hectic service.
I took the first bite, a tiny one since it’s just a small piece, and coz I wanted to savour it to the max. Just as I was feeling the pleasures coming through and having my tastebuds teased, I sensed a whiff and poof!...my chocolate has been snatched from my hands by my purser who then swiftly tossed it into the bin, all within a split second.
?!?!?!?!?! was my expression while still having chocolate melting in my mouth, and speechless of course by this sudden bizarre act.
“You worked too hard in the gym this morning for this!” – came the justification in a loud, clear and very righteous tone.
Okieeee….I did bump into my purser as I was running on the treadmill earlier. My first option was to hit the pool but to my dismay it was jammed packed. By the time I dallied back to my room and changed to my running gear, I realized I had only 30mins to jog before I had to get ready for flight. The point is, I then bumped into her while halfway through my jog.
Little did I know this little encounter was going to cost my precious chocolate later that day.
So – I guessed she meant well although I thought it’s a bit too harsh and pro-active on her part to pull that act on me. I just blinked in reaction to her explanation. Could not say anything for two seconds except look in the direction of the bin and secretly mourning for my loss knowing that was the last one in the box. Still reeling a bit since my logic is that I actually deserved that piece of chocolate more because I worked out. Almost wanted to say that out in defence but held back, as the damage was already done and won’t bring my chocolate back. Furthermore, do not see the point in starting an argument about this seemingly petty matter since we barely knew each other except from this flight, and she was unaware that I worship food, and jogging for me is really more a bid to keep fit rather than diet or lose weight.
What can I say, but manage a weak “thank-you” and that subtle “I guess I need people like you in my life” for a small sarcasm to ease self. Next time, if I ever fly with her again, I will just make sure my chocs are out of sight away from her.
I took the first bite, a tiny one since it’s just a small piece, and coz I wanted to savour it to the max. Just as I was feeling the pleasures coming through and having my tastebuds teased, I sensed a whiff and poof!...my chocolate has been snatched from my hands by my purser who then swiftly tossed it into the bin, all within a split second.
?!?!?!?!?! was my expression while still having chocolate melting in my mouth, and speechless of course by this sudden bizarre act.
“You worked too hard in the gym this morning for this!” – came the justification in a loud, clear and very righteous tone.
Okieeee….I did bump into my purser as I was running on the treadmill earlier. My first option was to hit the pool but to my dismay it was jammed packed. By the time I dallied back to my room and changed to my running gear, I realized I had only 30mins to jog before I had to get ready for flight. The point is, I then bumped into her while halfway through my jog.
Little did I know this little encounter was going to cost my precious chocolate later that day.
So – I guessed she meant well although I thought it’s a bit too harsh and pro-active on her part to pull that act on me. I just blinked in reaction to her explanation. Could not say anything for two seconds except look in the direction of the bin and secretly mourning for my loss knowing that was the last one in the box. Still reeling a bit since my logic is that I actually deserved that piece of chocolate more because I worked out. Almost wanted to say that out in defence but held back, as the damage was already done and won’t bring my chocolate back. Furthermore, do not see the point in starting an argument about this seemingly petty matter since we barely knew each other except from this flight, and she was unaware that I worship food, and jogging for me is really more a bid to keep fit rather than diet or lose weight.
What can I say, but manage a weak “thank-you” and that subtle “I guess I need people like you in my life” for a small sarcasm to ease self. Next time, if I ever fly with her again, I will just make sure my chocs are out of sight away from her.
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