Dear Middle East and Asia-based Airlines,
I’m sitting on the floor next to a trash can at the San Francisco International Airport thinking about how grateful I am for you.
See, I know you wouldn’t two weeks in a row, on the exact same route, delay me by 2 – 4 hours over maintenance issues and tell me to stay at the gate that entire time for word of when the plane might depart.
I know you wouldn’t leave me without somewhere to charge my devices, leading me to sop up spilled coke next to a trash can, then plop myself down on the floor next to my luggage to plug in.
You certainly would be polite and apologetic for the inconvenience if ever you caused my flight to depart later than anticipated.
And I’m absolutely certain that upon boarding, the first announcement I hear would not be that $9.95 is the price for a $0.25 set of headphones; or that the only way a passenger will get some food following such a delay is to shell out $9.95 and up; or hear you telling another passenger that there are only enough pillows and blankets for roughly half the passengers.
Thank you for being you.
Love and kisses.
– Me
