As this instructive news story demonstrates, no matter how much you care about the airline you’re using it doesn’t care about you. You’re just a parcel they have to deliver. A parcel that demands gin, and nuts, and superheated chicken in a tinfoil box.
Those insanely fruity stewardesses welcoming people onto the planes in the adverts? The ones who like red hot geishas that might want you sexually if the only got to know you? You’re more likely to encounter a Busby Berkley routine going on in your local Halifax.
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