Look familiar? Ah, yes, the paradoxical gird-iron (thin-as-toilet-paper)
curtain that separates the plane into 2 groups. I've been flying for 32
years & only once have I been on the other side of the curtain.
Admittedly, when I had that chance, I LOVED it! I felt like a princess.
Which leads me to wonder: why do they call it coach? Let's call a spade a
spade. If the front of the plane is FIRST class, then the back of the
plane is LAST class! Well, anyway, it's safe to say that for my
remaining years (roughly 99.9% of the time), I'll be flying from the
vantage point of this photo. And if need be, I'll seek solace in the
humor that a piece of toilet paper is the superior defense between me
and them. :)
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