I just got the munchies, and I was searching the kitchen when I came across a sleeve of peanut butter sandwich cookies. I don't buy them myself...I usually try not to buy junk food. Anyways, I took them out of the cupboard and opened them up, and that artificial peanut butter taste reminded me of where I got them...
Our honeymoon went just about perfectly until we tried going home. We were 4 hours late flying out of a completely un-airconditioned airport in Puerto Rico in mid-August, and missed our connecting flight in Philadelphia. They told us to get our baggage, then they told us not to, then they told us they didn't know where it was. They offered us a night in a hotel in New Jersey, but by then it was midnight and our re-scheduled flight was for 6:20am. We ended up sleeping (I use that term loosely) on the floor of the airport, freezing because the AC was cranked to full blast even though it was only 60 degrees outside.
So they gave us these care packages...There was toothpaste and a toothbrush, women's deodorant, a packet of Woolite (like I'm gonna do laundry right then and there), a "blanket" that was made out of what looked and felt like tinfoil, and a sleeve of peanut butter sandwich cookies. We had a good laugh as we huddled under our spaceman blankets and rested our heads on our backpacks.
Well done, U.S. Airways...Well done.
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