I went from a sweaty 86 degrees to a bone-chilling 55. After being subject to a freezing plane in am aisle seat next to two ELUs (excessive lavatory users) who kept tapping my shoulder to wake me up each time I managed to mentally block the cold, hunger, and discomfort and finally fell asleep on this HNL-SFO redeye.
Why was Kushibo blanket- and pillow-less? Despite having a confirmed seat, I was forced to wait until almost all had boarded this Northwest flight in order to get my actual seat assignment.
Concerned that I had somehow been placed on standby or, worse, a fake kushibo had sent a particularly nasty fake kushibo post to the TSA on my behalf, I asked — ever so politely and with the highest order of aloha spirit — what was the reason for the change.
"Next time book on nwa.com," was the surly reply. NWA sure means SOMEONE with an attitude.
So I'm off to the rental, hot chocolate in hand, munching on a pumpkin and cream cheese muffin from Just Desserts. Okay, the morning is getting better. Let's hope in my sleep-addled state I don't run into a snowbank.