I was dead-heading in uniform to pick up a new airplane, seated in an aisle seat. Catching a nap because I had a busy week of flying. F/A is doing her beverage and snack service and decides she really wants me to have some pretzels. So...she tucked the little pretzel bag between my leg and the chair. Really lady? Wake me up so I can have a pretzel? Congratulations . . . you were the tool of the day.