Yesterday, toward the end of a particularly long flight, another flight attendant and I were in the galley FINALLY getting a chance to eat our dinner.
Our crew meals aren't any great shakes, but it had been a long day on the airplane, we had gone through all the healthy snacks that we typically bring, and we were starving.
During the flight we had already served a meal, two beverage services, and an additional time through the cabin with coffee. Most passengers had settled in, sleeping, reading, or otherwise occupying themselves.
Just as we sat down on the jumpseat, a passenger came back to the galley, stepped in front of where we were sitting to eat, and said: "I don't mean to interrupt your dinner, but. . . ."
". . . but you're going to, aren't you?" I silently finished. Ten minutes later I finally got back to my dinner.