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<\/a><\/p>\nThat’s a little agist isn’t it? \u00c2\u00a0I mean, first of all, we all know it really doesn’t matter if people go through security with their shoes and jackets on. \u00c2\u00a0Come on. \u00c2\u00a0second of all, an older person, older than 75 can easily walk onto a plane with a bomb strapped to him\/her. \u00c2\u00a0I mean, do terrorists know about this? \u00c2\u00a0If I were a terrorist, I’d be enlisting radical 75 year old to do my work on the airplanes. \u00c2\u00a0Ok, that sounds a little inappropriate and insensitive, but I think you get my point. \u00c2\u00a0Just an interesting sign. \u00c2\u00a0If you’re going to have rules or precautions based on certain reasons, you might as well apply them to everyone. \u00c2\u00a0Even if they’re stupid, meaningless precautions. \u00c2\u00a0As my friend, Jason Horner, says, the airlines only make you take off jackets and shoes to make the people feel safer. \u00c2\u00a0 I can see that.<\/p>\n
Going there, I got upgraded to business class, as I was sitting with the rest of the coach class suckers the flight attendant said, “Are you ____ _____”? \u00c2\u00a0I said, “Why yes I am?” \u00c2\u00a0Then she escorted me to my new seat. \u00c2\u00a0I had already had breakfast and a quick slice of pizza at the airport and thought that I wouldn’t eat too much before the big, yummy Thanksgiving meal my brother-in-law’s mother makes (I love her homemade stuffing). \u00c2\u00a0But since I got upgraded, my plans to eat light were foiled because they serve lunch in business class! \u00c2\u00a0And you all know I can’t resist food when it’s put in front of me. \u00c2\u00a0So, I had another lunch. \u00c2\u00a0Lunch x 2. \u00c2\u00a0Man, I’m a pig!<\/p>\n
Here’s my view from my first row seat. \u00c2\u00a0And I don’t know what it is about being able to see into the cockpit — I just get so curious about what it’s like in there, probably because they keep that door locked!<\/p>\n
My return flight was even better! \u00c2\u00a0I was upgraded again. \u00c2\u00a0As I was boarding, I scanned my boarding pass and they printed me a new ticket with a new seat. \u00c2\u00a0It was like winning the lottery! \u00c2\u00a0Ok, not really. \u00c2\u00a0But exciting for about 3 seconds. \u00c2\u00a0This business class was really big. \u00c2\u00a0It had an actual pillow with an actual pillow case along with a comforter! \u00c2\u00a0Just for a flight to Minneapolis. \u00c2\u00a0And the seat reclined further back than usual and you could kick up your legs. \u00c2\u00a0For a girl that can not sleep on planes, you would think I’d be in heaven. \u00c2\u00a0But it was a no-go. \u00c2\u00a0I slept for a few minutes as the plane was taking off (there something about that rocking\/vibrating movement that puts me to sleep — in cars and trains, too!). \u00c2\u00a0Then, I was back to my restless self.<\/p>\n They served breakfast on the flight. \u00c2\u00a0Being the prepared girl I am, I bought a turkey sandwich for the almost three hour flight. \u00c2\u00a0Don’t worry, this time I didn’t have two lunches. \u00c2\u00a0Instead, that $9 turkey sandwich is sitting in my fridge, all the way from Atlanta. \u00c2\u00a0And it will sit in my fridge for a few more days until I muster the heart to throw it out because I know I won’t eat it.<\/p>\n Oh, and I almost forgot about this:<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n