I Just got off of an Airplane

And having gotten off of the airplane meant that at some point in the day I got on the plane. Furthermore, given that today is a Wednesday, I was traveling for work.
Traveling for work is hard, tiring, and you don't eat regularly.

On the plane, at some point, the flight attendant brought me two tiny bags of honey roasted peanuts.

This made it all better. Just a few peanuts. So sweet, so salty, so good after I am tired.

Then I remembered, as I fished the last nut out of the first bag, when my dad went on trips he would always bring back two bags of nuts. One for me, and one for my sister. This was a treat for us and we liked them ok, but it was nothing huge. But as I opened the second bag, I realized that it was huge.

My dad, who likes a good salty crunchy as much as the next guy, did not eat the nuts. He, when he was tired and hungry was handed two bags of peanuts, thought of his children and instead of eating them, put them in his briefcase.

Anyway I get it now. Thanks dad.