A flight attendant came down the aisle and I stopped her a moment to ask could I have some coffee, and she said that she’d already come by with the refreshments cart, a little while earlier, but that if I gave her a minute she’d retrieve the pot or the urn, or whatever the thing was, and pour me a cup, and I think she was intending to do that, but must have forgotten, or been distracted by some other situation, which took priority over mine, because she never did reappear with the coffee, but instead walked past our row of seats from time to time, headed now toward the front of the plane, and now toward the back, engaged in other tasks, the nature of which I was not privy to, and could only guess at, until the voice of the captain came over the intercom, saying that shortly we’d be landing, and instructing the crew to prepare for our descent, which indeed they did, and which was fine by me, I did not really need the coffee, and had wanted it only for the sake of having it, if that makes sense, because I was bored and found everything tedious.