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The flight attendant blinked twice, unsure whether to laugh or cry. “Sir, this is for your lunch, not for your flight.”
Paddy’s face went red. “Ah! Silly me,” he laughed, snatching the lunch ticket back. “I always get those mixed up. No harm done, eh?”
Paddy nodded and marched toward the gate, but before stepping onto the plane, he turned around and asked, “What’s the deal with the peanuts, anyway? Are they special? Are they magic peanuts?”