Airplane Woes

Considering how much we pay for even coach seats in commercial airplanes, you’d think that they would serve food of some kind. Or that the space would increase in some way, and we’d be able to sit in some kind of comfort. But no – instead, we are taunted by the space that we walk by in first class, the view that we’re given of their drink service (complimentary wine is a good thing when you’re stuck in a holding pattern on the ground or in the air). And the scent of their food throughout the full cabin while we’re waiting for our complimentary soft drink and wonder whether we get pretzels or snack mix to tide us over until the next meal. The meals have shrunk to the point where receiving peanuts in a Southwest flight feels like an extravagance. Peanuts!!

Compare that to Indian domestic flights, where even in an hour flight between Bombay and Ahmedabad, you get the equivalent of a small, hot meal, limbu pani, hot towel, hot tea/coffee service, and candy. It’s times like these, when I’m supposed to be grateful that I get two drink services instead of one, that I just wish I was in India again. Where I actually anticipate the food and service that I’m about to receive.

*sigh* How depressing. Sorry for the rant.