I was flying home to London from Australia last weekend when a nice man from Qantas asked me to put a name tag on my suitcase during a stopover in Dubai. “This pen of yours is fantastic,” I gushed as I scrawled my name on the tag with one of my favourite types of pen. “Thanks,” he said. “But it’s actually yours.” Disturbingly, it was. In my jet-lagged stupor, I had somehow managed to forget I had fished it out of my bag only minutes earlier.
最近，我從澳洲飛回倫敦。經停杜拜期間，澳洲航空(Qantas)一位和善的男士讓我在行李箱上掛上姓名標籤。「您的這隻筆真是棒極了。」看到這是我最喜歡的一種筆，我一邊在標籤上潦草地寫上自己的大名一邊誇讚對方。「謝謝，」他說，「不過這其實是您的筆。」尷尬的是，這還真是我的筆。時差搞得我心神恍惚，以至於忘記了自己幾分鐘前把這隻筆從包裏掏出來。
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