Goodbye, Salt lake City!
This was the flight I was supposed to be on…
Instead I flew through London, a place of strange seating customs
I think we replace “flush” with “start the wave”
You know how when something, say in an airport bathroom, is broken, we slap up a sign that says Out of Order ?
“Out of Order” the British way
And not only were there vending machines at the gate…
…a Book. Vending. Machine.
My favorite part of flying Emirates is the starry ceiling.
Ah. Home sweet home…ish.