WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 13TH
No, no, no, no, no. I will never be okay with the tiny commuter jet. I forget how terrible it is until I'm confronted with it head on. And face it, by that time it's far too late. Any plane that does not contain enough overhead space for anything larger than a purse or coat is not acceptable. Why do these things still exist?! Honestly...
No, no, no, no, no. I will never be okay with the tiny commuter jet. I forget how terrible it is until I'm confronted with it head on. And face it, by that time it's far too late. Any plane that does not contain enough overhead space for anything larger than a purse or coat is not acceptable. Why do these things still exist?! Honestly...
I was horrified to learn all 5'6" of me had to duck my head to even board this metal vessel. On the contrary, Brandon was peachy keen. Once seated, we briefly argued over the scientific facts behind this particular plane not having the technological capabilities to allow for use of small electronic devices prior to reaching 10,000 feet. I think we all know which side of the coin I landed on this matter, but Brandon disregarded my self-appointed knowledge. Karma quickly intervened when the flight attendant (the ONE flight attendant for the whole plane, I'd like to add) began the beverage portion of the flight - spilling multiple items, including red wine, on Brandon's cashmere sweater sleeve. Maybe next time he will listen....
After landing early in Chicago, we had a ridiculously long waiting period on the runway before pulling into a gate. At this point, Brandon and I were becoming increasingly more nervous as we had only about 15 total minutes left until boarding our next flight. Running from one terminal to another at O'Hare is no joke, but we did make it with some time to spare before they officially closed the doors.
Sweating from the run, and slightly frazzled with the thought of missing our flight to Europe, the flight attendant greeted us with champagne to alleviate any lingering issues. Business class is a game changer... Had this been coach, I have a feeling my nerves would never have been so easily calmed! After the bubbly, we were assured the flight to Frankfurt would be enjoyable and were advised to sit back, relax, and spend some quality time with the United crew. And so we did...
Prosciutto and melon, house salad, beef tenderloin, ice cream sundae, endless blockbuster hits to choose from (Black Mass and Aloha for me, The Martian and Sleeping With Other People for Brandon) and red wine for days. The fact that they gave me "wings" - as if I were a small child - had absolutely no bearing on my raving review. Though, it certainly didn't hurt....
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