Chicken or pasta?

Probably one of the most dreaded questions one can be asked. And if you’re flying an American carrier, it is rest assured followed by an “and all alcoholic beverages are seven dollars each”. I’ve actually seen people return drinks before, or say things like I prefer virgins anyway.

So here’s where travel comes to standstill, an hour after the plane’s off the ground. Once you’ve struggled in your seat and in your mind and made some sort of a settlement with the fattie next to you, the static cushion under your ass, and the headphones/books in cloth holder in front of you (because all personal items must be stowed away)…you might think I’m going for a momentary illusion of peace. No, it’s actually a heavy generic smell that triggers an immediate sense of hunger. Torturous if you take more than three long haul economy flights a year; you know better than to expect... anything.

So back to when that travel comes to a standstill, one takes account. Simple question, how come?
For me, the three lively facts:
1. An excel based daily planner
2. 22inch upright
4. Miles and points

I'll try to post creative pictures of each.