On my JetBlue flight home, I was quite surprised to hear the click of vodka minis coming down the aisle when a distinguished (?????) gentleman clutching a handful of napkins was deposited next to me by a stern matronly flight attendant. He turned out to be a pleasant traveling companion for the flight home. But I don't think he knew quite what to make of the blue potato chips they served him. He glanced at the blue potato chip, then the vodka, then the chip, then the vodka, then after tasting one set the bag aside.
_________________ If you let the devil ride, he's gonna want to drive
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