This is the third time I've flown there 1st class. A few other times I've gone business. What happens when the Depression hits and I'm forced to travel by Grayhound bus? It's like the Seinfeld episode where Jerry tells Elaine she has to fly coach because she's never flown 1st class and he has. Once you travel in style it's hard to slum it again.
- Update: I just reviewed the ticket and noticed on a 5 hour flight they only give you a snack even if you're in 1st class? WTF? I mean granted last time I flew the meal they served was beyond disgusting looking (I say "looking" because I didn't even bother to take a meal it was so gross). Still, for that kinda cash I expect them to at least make the effort to offer me a meal. Looks like I'll be on the all liquid diet (the one thing they haven't done away with is the free unlimited booze in first class).
The airlines have their own special way of making Quiznos seem appetizing. I flew "first class" last month and it is a shell of its former self. The non-alcoholic stuff was so penny pinched the containers of juice and water reminded me of snack packs and not in a good way.
I take the concept of "short" to a new abyss, so legspace means nothing to me. Since I apparently look like I am a spoilt kid, I always get handed extra toffees and biscuits. I don't necessarily do anything to rid the flight attendants of this deception (including speaking too much when they are around).
In the one flight that Delta completely messed up, they "compensated" by bumping me up to first class after a delay of 24 hours. I was agonizing so much about missing the meeting I was supposed to be at that none of the "special meals" (read: sunchips instead of peanuts) offered any consolation. But I did note what the "specialness" entitled me to -- an extra 99 Cents of chip fun.
Now with the "no special meals offered", I guess its better to carry a bundle of chips packets instead of selling your souls... er.. I mean cramped legs to the airlines.