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，我从澳大利亚飞回伦敦。经停迪拜期间，澳洲航空(Qantas)一位和善的男士让我在行李箱上挂上姓名标签。“您的这只笔真是棒极了。”看到这是我最喜欢的一种笔，我一边在标签上潦草地写上自己的大名一边夸赞对方。“谢谢，”他说，“不过这其实是您的笔。”尴尬的是，这还真是我的笔。时差搞得我心神恍惚，以至于忘记了自己几分钟前把这只笔从包里掏出来。
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