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，我從澳大利亞飛回倫敦。經停迪拜期間，澳洲航空(Qantas)一位和善的男士讓我在行李箱上掛上姓名標簽。“您的這只筆真是棒極了。”看到這是我最喜歡的一種筆，我一邊在標簽上潦草地寫上自己的大名一邊夸贊對方。“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，以至于忘記了自己幾分鐘前把這只筆從包里掏出來。
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