Coffee Chronicles: Walid’s Turbulent Transit

One fine day, Walid was flying back from some fancy app-related business trip. All was going smoothly… until turbulence hit. Not the plane — his life.

As he was peacefully seated, mentally preparing for his next layover nap, a rogue cup of coffee decided to make him its new home. Yep — one grande, steaming-hot airport brew straight to the chest. A bold move from caffeine.

So there he was — soaked, steamy, and smelling like a mobile Starbucks for the next several hours, stranded in transit with nothing but wet clothes and shattered dignity.

On the bright side: if you’ve never flown with coffee directly absorbed into your skin, you don’t know the true meaning of stable caffeine levels at 30,000 feet.