, no matter how short the flight? Do you remember those tiny bags of honey-roasted peanuts that were impossible to open? Do you remember being offered a choice of entree: gray beef or rubber chicken? But they gave you a knife and a fork to dissect it. And the dessert! Who could forget that sponge cake that really did taste like a sponge? Astounding!
These days, of course, airplane food is but a distant memory. (Though sometimes a joyful one: I recall, on a trip to California, how my parents oh-so-slyly requested the Kosher meal
because they had heard, via the Jewish Conspiracy Network
, that it tasted better. Instead they got stuffed cabbage. Oh, how my sister and I laughed!)
Sometimes, particularly when I have to pay $7 for a cardboard sandwich at the airport, the lack of food on airplanes irks me. But then I read things like this delightful complaint letter
to Sir Richard Branson
, head of Virgin Atlantic Airlines
, and feel sort of grateful.
But also sort of sorry that I never wrote anything this funny when I still had the chance. Especially since Branson just offered this guy a job
Do you remember the old days, when airplane travelers were always guaranteed