Burnt Out

I have come to the conclusion that I may be a little absurd.

I had two standups in a row (essentially last flight of the day, get 4-6 hours of crew rest and out on the first flight of the morning) and a poor nights sleep the previous night. So on the last leg of the two days I was pretty exhausted. The flight is going smoothly, I'm fighting to keep awake as I go through the cabin with my service of butter flavored cardboard pretzels and juice. I'm leaning over to serve a passenger when all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I notice smoke. "WHERE IS MY FIRE EXTINGUISHER, WHERE IS MY SMOKE HOOD, I HAVE TO TELL MY CAPTAIN" Instantly runs through my head. As the panic fades and I go to turn around to run to the interphone the hair moves out of my eyes.
That is correct. I was so bloody tired I thought the hair in my face was smoke. I suppose I should be thankful I didn't actually call the captain, what a load of paperwork that would have caused. Of course I did tell them once on the ground and received plenty of teasing and laughter.
I just wonder about that passenger I was serving at the time, I must have been holding that packet of pretzels in front of his face with a look of sheer panic for quite a few seconds before spinning around, realizing how foolish I was, sighing dramatically then offering him a some juice.