Not one prone to nerves during traveling – quite the contrary actually. However on both my previous experiences with BA, we have been delayed for light years to the extent that I required an arse transplant, and I have had pork smeared all over me. One waits with baited breathe, watching everything in slow motion as to what will happen next.
Will the trolley drop scolding coffee on my hair?
Seat a live pig next to me?
Feed me food with pubic hair in it?
Close enough, there was a hair follicle of sorts in my food. It wasn’t a curly wurly, but rest wasn;t assured as it was too small. One might think it could have been from the nasal origin… Done with dinner.
What’s more annoying? Sitting next to someone who laughs out loud to inflight entertainment, or someone who tries to steal a glance at your laptop screen whilst you are typing about him? There is a little chair separating my neighbor and me, so I shall refrain from launching into a scud missile attack on him. He is too far away from me to cause me annoyance.
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