"Would you like a bread roll miss?"
"No, thank you." I smiled politely at the air steward proffering me the bread with a pair of tongs.
"It's nice and warm fresh from the oven." He jabbed the roll at me.
"Er... no, thanks, I'm good." My smile faultered.
"Here." He leaned over.
"No really, I'm-"
The air steward scowled and dumped the rejected bread roll on my tray and stalked onward with the meal trolley.
That was during the journey back from Kota Kinabalu to England. I suppose it was only fitting my trip ended with an awkward encounter.
The Million dollar question, was it good? Lol
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It was like a rock. D'= Thanks! ^o^
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