They Might Be Giants

I’m cramped into a Lufthansa flight heading back to London. Hans Dieter Flug Attendant has just brought me the Diet Coke (Coca-Cola Light) I asked for.

It’s the tiniest little thing … a 0.15 liter can (what its that? I’m guessing about 5-6 ounces), about the size of a small juice can we’d get in the states. But I like way it feels in my hand.

I feel like I’ve been transported into Land of the Giants, and I’m one of the big people.

Maybe my new bar name should be Gulliver.

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And as a follow-up to last night in Germamerica, I offer this telling table tent ...

I'll have a slice of so-not-right.