Ah, economy class.... where you get jammed in tighter than sardines and you spend 5 hours desperately hoping that someone, somewhere, will offer you a glass of tepid tap water. Unless, of course, you're sitting with my friend Paul. Because Paul knows everyone - and everyone knows him. For example - the head flight attendant on our flight. The minute Paul was spotted, we were inundated with free drinks, free meals, free chocolate, free earphones. I was afraid of napping in case I got buried under a mountain of "onboard cafe" items! Needless to say, we arrived in Hawaii well fed, well hydrated and the envy of all economy (and most first class) passengers.
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