My stomach-brain was savoring the good grub in front of me, as my eyes started searching in the direction of this mysterious gelato machine. So excited. YAY!

On my feet, while moving in the general direction of the ‘far corner’ of the Delta Sky Club— where this mysterious gelato machine is said to be nestled —a kind attendant just so plainly trounces on my hopes and dreams with:

Attendant: “Sorry, the gelato machine does not open until a little later.”

me (forced nonchalance): oh! Makes sense. thanks.

Also me (inside/my stomach brain and I): 😩 gah!

I slouched away, looking down at the remnants of my mini frittata and fruit— which was all that now stood between me and the oblivion of my stomach-brain’s gelato “crisis” .