There, she imperiously stares at you, demands your boarding pass which was checked no less than a minute ago as you left the terminal building and studies it profoundly.
She then hands it back and tells you you are in seat 11C.
Now that's something I would never have known had she not provided me with the information!
Now that's something I would never have known had she not provided me with the information!
After all it was me who booked in and printed out my own boarding pass using my own paper which the checker in the terminal had the cheek to tear in half and keep a section. And it was me who, having printed out that same boarding card, had checked to see where the computer had allocated me a seat.
You know what? I knew I was in seat 11C long before the stewardess did, but of course she has been trained to treat all passengers as imbeciles.
You know what? I knew I was in seat 11C long before the stewardess did, but of course she has been trained to treat all passengers as imbeciles.
The Cantankerous Nomad has strong views about travel but what are yours?
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