“The temperature is all right sir? Too warm, a little too cold perhaps?”
The beautiful blonde flight attendant is clearly concerned with my well-being, and who am I to argue?
Thirty thousand feet below me, the green and brown Polish countryside is laid out in perfectly checkered summer patterns as far as I can see. The day is clear and sunny and I am the only person in the first class section of LOT Polish Airlines flight 341, Warsaw to Nice.
“Maybe it’s a bit warm for you?” her bottomless blue eyes yearn to please.
“Thank you no, really it’s perfect” I respond with, I hope, just the right amount of affected insouciance.
Smiling demurely, she disappears.
I lean back in my oversized chair, close jet-lagged eyes, and mentally applaud the decision to donate a substantial number of hard-earned frequent flyer miles to the rarefied, seldom breathed air of first class. This is not how I usually travel (OK, I never travel this way), but it’s obvious to me now that first class is exactly where I belong.
The lightest touch on my shoulder. “Sir, I was just wondering….
Something catches her attention and we both turn to see Continue reading