it happens to the best of us

you’re on a 40-minute flight at 9:45 am, flying coach

you’re supposed to start your descent in like 20 minutes, and you’re wondering where the f is your complimentary in-flight pizza hut meal and thirsty-two-ounce wizards of waverly place sports bottle brimming with ice-cold monster energy drink

is this soviet russia or something??? shake a leg, sweet-tits, my stomach ain’t fillin itself with a non-complimentary p’zone here