My View For A While: Parental Edition
Off I go for a brief southern sojourn. But first, the joy of airports at Zero Dark Thirty and cramped flights.
Did I mention “cramped”?
Delta’s definition of “comfort” differs from that which most of us understand.
To experience “comfort” is this seat in “comfort” class you would have to be 6 years old.
After a lousy bagel and schmear in the club, it’s off to the next flight.
In the ramp – chute? – Delta’s version of a red carpet for its boarding patrons.
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