Long haul flights

I just got back from a long haul flight SIN-HEL-BRU and saw this from Kottke.

Not sure which part I can relate most to… There’s so much in this article I need to link to…

Half of Economy appears to have boarded directly from bed. A woman is wearing what looks like patterned pajamas.

By the time I reach 40C, my overhead bin space has been taken by someone three rows ahead who brought a bag the exact dimensions of a small refrigerator.

A flight attendant leans in and asks the question that will define the next twenty minutes of your life. “Chicken or pasta?” This is not a real choice. […] Both come with a bread roll that requires enough force to open that you risk elbowing your seatmate.

After the meal, the cabin goes dark, and the window shades come down. […] They dim the lights and lower the temperature to something that feels hostile. They hand out thin blankets that cover either your shoulders or your feet, but never both.

This is so true on Finnair. I was freezing and couldn’t cover myself entirely.

I watch people attempt sleep in ways that would concern a physician. One man is folded over his tray table like a student who has given up during an exam.

There are four lavatories for roughly two hundred people, and a line forms after the meals. […] A man joins the line in socks. He has made a decision, and it is not one I would have made; it is not one any person should ever make.

Someone three rows ahead has turned on their overhead reading light, illuminating nine seats in every direction. They are reading a paperback. They do not care.

Source: Scott Monaco.