travelling 'business' class, on a 'popular' america bound service.
CC. Chicken or beef? repeated several times before reaching row 3
Me. (alternate guise as thick SLF). Chicken, please.
CC. Sorry, we've run out of chicken.
CC.
Me. Beef, please. (I try to be polite, even when frustrated)
turns out the beef wasn't really beef, either, but something rather more resistant to chewing.
I should have stuck with the chicken.
