As I sat at the very back of CX505 that eventful afternoon I realized why the normally retiring,diffident,doe eyed beauty at the check in had smiled so sympathetically at me as she handed me a green boarding pass. Not only had she failed to recognise a VIP and upgrade me as I had requested but she had put me at the last seat in the last row of the aircraft.
When I asked the unsmiling flight attendant for a pen and paper so that I could begin my letter of complaint immediately when events were fresh in my memory she told me she was busy and would get back to me later.She never has.
As the cheap food with its cheap tray was banged down on the folding table which the unsmiling flight attendant had directed me to unfold in terms that made me believe I could not refuse the crash of real cutlery was clear in my ears.
Having glanced up and seen the open doored flight deck in the distance I asked an unsmiling flight attendant if I could visit the flight deck. She promised to get back to me as she said she was busy but would ask the captain later. She never has.
At this point my cheap shoes with the four inch hollow heels were beginning to hurt and it was then that I realized that my swiss army pocket knife. nail clippers, comb, small screwdrivers kit and large bottle of cough mixture had fallen out of my second carry on bag.................