Mr Noodles

 I know that sounds like a villain from Dick Tracy, but it was my lunch on two separate Porter Air flights. I had never flown on Porter Air before, but Kevin and I thought we'd try it for the flight to Edmonton. It was fine, although it was strange to be on a flight as long as Toronto to Edmonton without movies, but, happily, I had brought a novel to read, so I was sorted. It reminded me of international flight back in the day. We missed a connector in Toronto on the way back, but that was our fault for choosing a flight with a short connection (we thought the gates might be close to each other, but we had to get from one to the other via Yellowknife; I was pleased that my legs, although unhappy with me, did manage to carry me on a forced march from one end of the Toronto airport to the other). As with most budget airlines, we had to buy our own food.  I went for a Mr. Noodles, mainly for amusement's sake.

It reminded me of the cup of noodles that I paid for on Wow Air (now, I believe, sadly deceased) on my flight to Iceland with my son. I sent him this picture, and he immediately responded with the appropriate line from The Young Ones, as I knew he would.