We had one of the most pleasant flights ever from one part of the world to another. Dan and I decided to blow $119 each for the Delta Economy Comfort seating. We've never done that before, but boy howdy is it worth it. Hell, if you're spending $1600 on a ticket, what's another $100? We were seated in an exit row, without any seats in front of us and right next to the galley. We thought that it would be a bad thing, sitting right where all of the galley activity would be, but it was great entertainment. The flight crew was hilarious, and we heard all kinda of interesting scoop on other passengers. Michel had to quiet down some people who were trying to make it into the mile-high club. Some skinny guy in business class ate nine french bread rolls and two full meals - and then ate snacks on top of that. Another flight attendant had wine poured down her back (accidentally) by another flight attendant. She said that the frustrating part was that she couldn't suck her ponytail because she was on duty. Holly was lamenting that her rising-senior son was in a moratorium about applying for colleges and didn't seem to understand the importance of deadlines. (This evoked memories of Sallis Murrell.) All in all, our seating was great.
On the down side, we had a very clear view of the quality of life in business class. Now THAT would be the way to travel long flights...
I'll broach the food issue before Dan does. Food on a trip originating from France or Amsterdam (London, not so much) is always of superior quality to the crap we Americans serve on our flights. I don't know why there has to be that discrepancy, but to seems to be consistent.
Border patrol and customs were a breeze in Atlanta. As seems to be the rule and not the exception, all flights have been packed, but we've not sat behind fragrant Dutchmen, near a lavatory, or in a row in which the seats don't recline.
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