:mattLandia:

I'm sitting on a flight between Metropolis #1 and Metropolis #2, staring at the tiny silver sack of baked dough alloted to seat 13D. Different carriers, different cities, different timezones; same silver sack. I'm quite convinced that at some time in the recent past, dark suited representatives from all the major airlines huddled together in the handicap bathroom stall of Starbucks and made a collective deal with the pretzel mafia to pimp dimebags of baked dough sticks. This dark alliance, known in law enforcement agencies as the SSS (Salty Stick Syndicate), operates without challenge in the friendsly skies. Without fail, every flight I take has at least one pusher, hustling the passengers in low whispers, "ey youse.. wanna a sack?".

I am a victim! I want justice! I seek damages! What does a brother have to do to get a bag of honey roasted peanuts?