I feel like Aunt Mabe today. You know, that distant relative who steals all the mini-soaps from the hotel or restaurant — who’s bathroom is a virtual array of every mini travel sized item known to man? Very classy woman, right. Well, today, I’m her.
As much as I try wearing my little “I belong on business class” outfit, I’m still a little in awe of some parts of this journey… and I’m bringing home the souvenirs to prove it. So if you’re Christmas stocking smells good, it’s because I ripped out the free sample of perfume from the magazine and wrapped it up as your Christmas present. Hey .. there’s still good smells on there!
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I’ve only flown business class one time. A return from singapore to heathrow. On the way out, I went with the “business class outfit”. Felt very smart, but no one seemed to notice
On the way back, I decided to go with comfort…
Me: “Where do I go to check in please?”
Counter staff: …Says nothing, just points to a looooong queue of people…
Me: “Oh”…(pretending to be all innocent and suprised)…”Is that really for business class?”
Counter staff: …Displays a horrified ‘oh my goodness this creature is in business class?’ expression…”err, no madam, business class is over there.”