"Would you like a hot donut?

Recently my flight was cancelled, and when the airline offered me a different flight they upgraded the ticket to First Class. I was pleased with this, especially since I had never been in First Class before.

I couldn't get over the great service. Before I had time to settle in and while all the others were waiting to find their seats, the flight attendant asked me if I would like a beverage. In shock, I politely declined.

Shortly after we took off, the nice attendant came back with a little glass bowl filled with cashews. I was so delighted and hungry--I could hardly wait another second to eat those cute little things. I was craving something salty. I quickly reached for the glass bowl, and in the process I burnt the tips of my fingers. I didn't think they would be hot cashews!

After devouring mine, I looked over at the gentleman sitting next to me who was fast asleep--he hadn't even touched his cashews. He's really missing out, I thought.

By now I was wanting something sweet.

The attendant came back and asked, "Would you like a hot donut?"

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed.

That's exactly what I was craving, she must have been reading my mind. She was so professional and was providing wonderful service.

With a big smile, she took the donut off the platter she was holding and extended it to me, making sure her fingers weren't touching it.

I began unraveling the white hot towel that she gave me--hoping to find a little hot donut somewhere hidden inside (this must be a new thing to keep donuts fresh) but there was nothing there!

She had asked, "Would you like a hot TOWELETTE?" She had a heavy accent so I had completely misunderstood her.

"What in the world is this for." I thought. So with the towelette in hand, I turned my head to look at what the others in First Class were doing. Surely they would know. Some were wiping their hands, others were wiping their entire faces off. I followed suite and began wiping my hands.

Minutes later she brought me a wonderful meal and then a hot chocolate chip cookie for dessert--now we're talkin!

Moral of the story...don't get first class if you don't know what you're doing!