My flight home from Dubai was long, 14 hours, and felt even longer due to the fact that my seat, 28E, trapped me in the center of the center section, right next to a nonurinator. Yes, this man must have had a steelbelted bladder. How does one not pee for 8 hours?
My other seating companion was an older Pakistani lady who felt that her every whim should be satisfied RIGHT NOW. Not once did the stewardess walk by that this lady didn't ask for something. And she felt no hesitation in waking me up to help her figure out the entertainment console at her seat. Over and over.
But I survived, and am enjoying the crisp, fresh NYC air.
hasta la pasta Sagamore, you evil ship.
