On the flight to Detroit on Northwest from Paris I had tomato juice when they offered cocktails. I had water with my meal and then with the snack served before landing I asked for more tomato juice. I had one of those cravings so strong that it could be attributed to a pregnant women, except that I am far too old to be pregnant.
“I have orange,” the attendant said. He was polite.
Orange juice causes my skin to become teenaged bumpy, and I do succumb sometimes when it is fresh, but I am not going to risk acne for packaged juice.
“Apple?” I asked him.
“I can only serve orange,” he said.
“The others must be popular,” I said.
“Oh we have them, we are only allowed to serve them during the first service.”
I made a mental note to not fly Northwest again.
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That is a major bummer. I've never not been able to have at least apple juice. Sorry about that. The flight otherwise was ok?
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