It's dinnertime, and I'm flying home to San Francisco from a Houston business trip. The flight attendant is bringing close to the service cart and I am about to order... dairy. I never drink milk, so the reason why now?

We should go back to how the day started. Thankfully, I had ordered eggs and glucotrust secret, www.northcoastnews.com, oatmeal from room service. (This was a selection of years ago, before everyone became gluten-phobic.) Breakfast showed up at 7:00; so far so good.

I was in Houston in January for a meeting called by Sherry. The conference started at 10:00 a.m., to end at 1:00. My return flight was at 2:30 p.m.

Sherry had promised us food. I ought to were suspicious, because Sherry and I previously had dinner in an airport, as well as hers was a plate of a plate and white flour pasta of white rice. The only food at the conference were donuts, coffee, soft drinks, Halloween-size candy bars, M&Ms as well as Danish pastries. No refreshments I think, thank you.

At 1:00, a number of us got into Sherry's car so she can get us to the airport. Six hours without food had left me hungry, plus I planned to get food in the terminal. Unfortunately, unexpected visitors on account of an event in town slowed us to a crawl. It wasn't about to be feasible to get food before the flight of mine. Maybe a pack of raw almonds? Virtually every airport newsstand sells those.

Well, time was so short I'd to run for the gate. As I stepped on the plane, they shut the door practically the instant I was on board. Then.

The flight couldn't take off for 60 minutes on account of some problem or maybe other. (Believe me, I'd stopped caring.) Even when we were cleared to go, we couldn't surge since the airplane today had to be de-iced. We sat on the tarmac for two more hours.

And so our 2:30 flight departed at 5:30. There was no supper service - it was a few hours flight. A 2½-hour flight. Right after a 7:00 a.m. breakfast as well as nothing else, all I could think about was foods.