Christmas Part 2

Really this is how Christmas began, but it is my second installment. There was a time in my life when I loved to fly. That was before I spent 2- 4 weekends a month flying between New York and Texas for three months. I now begin to dread it as soon as I book the trip. I usually fly by Murphy's Law. It looked like this trip would be no different. We arrived at the airport to discover that 1) we had no assigned seats and 2) there were not seats together. Erin went to the desk to see what the best available situation was. After a few minutes she was called to the desk. The best thing they could do for us we were told was to give us seats in 1st class. Hmmm, well I guess if there was no other choice, right. Now I haven't flown 1st class for about 20 years so I had forgotten how much nicer it is. We entered the plane with the offer to hang our coats as our carryons were stowed for us. The coach passengers were constantly reminded that there was not room in the overhead bins for their coats, purses or small bags. While the other travelers sat knees in their chest drinking their one complimentary beverage and were given the option of purchasing overpriced snacks, we were served unlimited drinks and warm nuts. While the passengers in coach were asked if they would like a plastic cup of cool water, we were asked if we preferred chicken picatta or artichoke ravioli for dinner. By the time we landed, I had to rethink how I felt about flying. If I had the money or option to always fly 1st class, I think I would learn to love flying again.