I’m over in Houston at the moment doing some processing trials. My journey over was filled with delightful experiences. The tickets we get are, shall I say, the most ecomonical so I ended up in economy class exactly level with the bulkhead row where families with young kids travel.
This is usually halfway between where the service carts start from and it means you are last to get served and you get the pasta option from the menu. I can live with this but I also was seated next to a father and son; mother and other son were in the row in front. I always get an aisle seat so I can move about and not disturb anyone. No such luck with this young lad. He must have got up more than thirty times in a ten hour flight. Add to that the scrapping with his brother and the antsinpantitis that he was clearly suffering from and you can imagine my frustration.
The good news is that they were American so the odds of them being on the flight back should be pretty well zero.
The visit here is more than making up for the journey over but my diet is out of the window.
Louis is apparently looking for me out of the front window.