My sister teases my Hoosier brother about the time he drove 2,000 miles to her home in Washington in my mothers old Oldsmobile, stayed for dinner and flew home at 6:00 the next morning. I now have a story to top that: We flew to Bangkok for breakfast.
Arriving 24 hours later than expected, the taxi dropped us off at our friend’s condo at 12:30 a.m. We talked until 2:00, went to bed, got up at 7:00, ate breakfast, and left at 10:45 a.m. for the airport. Ten hours at our friends place. At least, we could lie down flat and stretch out in a bed. In the morning I opened their refrigerator and ate leftovers for breakfast ( my favorite breakfast!)