THE ISSUE: Half way through the five-hour west coast flight, the food cart finally makes its way back to your seat. Through the fog of your glucose-deprived brain, you squint at the menu card and examine your “dining options.” You settle on the ham and swiss baguette and reach for your credit card, anticipating the satisfying crinkle of tearing cellophane.
“We’re all out,” the flight attendant says with robotic brevity that tells you she’s been delivering this good news story for while. She takes pity on you with an extra two-pack of cookies and a free refill of warm Diet Sprite.
THE VICTIMS: Economy class is no picnic (literally, because picnics have tasty food), but we endure it because we want long-distance air travel and we want it cheap. So we consent to being crammed into a metal tube with somebody else’s elbow jammed into our ribs, some kid’s foot in our lumbar, all while foregoing the complimentary booze that our ancestors drank while they toasted the miracle of flight.
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