This story is hillarious! I've never thought about how much I enjoy the turbulence you describe here and those cinnamon cookies are the most underrated topic known to everyone who travels; an endless list of professional salesmen, IG influencers, travel bloggers, boss babes, Disneyland-goers, retirees, and all the others who get on a plane but never mentions how delicious the Biscoff cookies are!

Best of luck on your ascent toward grown-ass woman! Ascending will be as tricky or easy as you wish for it to be! I danced my ass off on a good-friends' party bus this weekend surrounded by wonderful, supportive grown-ass women. Something about the bare ass booty shaking at 31 reminded me that my inner child makes great use of the space given. Reflecting thoughtfully on the weekend, I play every chance I get to resume the position of care-free instead of the too-cool-for-school, RBF persona that I imagine real "grown up women" adopt. So be it 2 extra cookies, asking for the cookies in a way that gets you your cookies, or accepting that it's OK to ask a second time, the notice of arriving comes in how you reflect on yourself. How much grace do you have for your taste-spuds that are willing to ask for what they need?!