Up, up and away
I hate flying. No, not because of the stress of the tin can falling from the sky, I figure it would be a swift death, so no complaints from me.
No, I dislike the torture of travel. The lining up, the lack of leg room and the desperation for a chance to lie down. This overwhelming need to lie down is so strong for me that once I lay on the floor underneath my seat on a 27 hour trip to Canada. Granted the plane was almost empty but still neither safe nor comfortable.
So it is with much pleasure that I spy the double suites on Singapore Airlines First Class. What bliss, what serenity! The Taurean in me revels in such splendor.
See, once you fly First Class or even Business, you never want to turn right in a plane again. Travel is a timesucker, dirty and above all uncomfortable. We all deserve our own suite in life.
*sigh.
