Mark M.
Google
There I stood in the Detroit airport, wandering aimlessly through Plum Market while waiting for my flight. Then I saw them: Ferris gummy bears, bright, cheerful, and buy‑one‑get‑one‑free.
“What a deal!” I thought. Little did I know I was about to experience one of the most unexpected plot twists in aviation history.
Fast‑forward to cruising altitude: 31,000 feet, tray table down, seatbelt sign on, and me… feeling the unfortunate consequences of having been a bit, well, backed up for a few days. My digestive system had essentially gone on strike.
So I opened the bag of Ferris gummy bears — mostly out of boredom, partly out of hope that maybe a little sugar rush would distract me.
I popped a few. Then a few more. They were delightful. Innocent. Trustworthy.
About fifteen minutes later, something stirred. Something… promising.
A quiet rumble.
A polite knock from my digestive tract, as if it were clearing its throat and saying, “Hey… I think we’re ready to get back to work.”
And then — glory be — everything just… worked again. Like a rebooted operating system. Like the clouds parted and the pilot announced, “Folks, we’ve begun our descent into comfort.”
Never in the history of commercial air travel have I been more grateful for a product sold near Gate A42.
The seatbelt sign was still on, but let me tell you: motivation finds a way. I made it to the lavatory with the urgency and determination of someone protecting the integrity of the entire row.
When I returned to my seat, lighter, relieved, and spiritually renewed, I looked upon that little bag of Ferris gummy bears with deep, personal gratitude.
In summary:
If you ever find yourself flying out of the Detroit airport feeling, shall we say, “digestively delayed,” do yourself a favor: grab a bag of Ferris gummy bears from Plum Market.
They might just help you reach your own… cruising altitude.