I flew cross-country from New York to San Francisco today. I don't do well on long flights - it's not like I'm tall or anything like that, but I still feel like I need more room than the airplane provides.
The whole flight system is so bizarre. It's bad enough that I have to fly in the crappy McMinie seat; I don't think there's a need to make me walk through first class and observe how great things could be.
Here's what made me really cranky: after hour seventeen of the flight, I was feeling hungry. There's no free meal on airlines anymore, and not even a free snack. But in first class, apparently everything is different. In first class, they were getting FREE FRESH BAKED COOKIES. And let me tell you, I think they purposefully piped the fresh baked smell into the lowly ordinary class section and it made me sad.