It’s official. I’m shopped out. And out of money.
Ok, I’m not really 'out' of money. I just have none to give to the homeless or needy. Which is selfish, but Papa needed a new iTouch and Tui-na Massage, an Oriental bodywork therapy utilizing the flow of Qi through my meridians, channels and collaterals, restoring my being to a more harmonious state.
That being clarified, I can truthfully say that the new cabin design in Singapore Airlines is tops; officially beating out First Class in British Airways. BA, sure, you give out pajamas, escort me to my seat, and speak broken English. But lately it seems that you’ve been having trouble with my bags, keeping your elbows to yourself, and apparently landing planes has become an issue.
And it’s not that your Flight Attendants aren’t much to look at, regardless of their English heritage, but they don’t look like this. Go beyond the superficial, flawless, sweet-smelling scent of every gentle female Flight Attendant I’ve been personally waited upon on SA, and what you’ll find is a full set of teeth. Something I value as I spend 15 hours in a seat / bed big enough for the two of us, surfing the over 1,000 channels of mindless entertainment only a late 20-something with no TV can appreciate.
So hats off to you, Everything Singapore. You’re clean and green, your hospitality is purely Asian, your shopping heavenly (even for guys), and regardless of what goes on in the First Class Cabin or the rumours I’ve heard, you’ll forever be associated with the word, “Welcome.”
Special price for you.
Ok, I’m not really 'out' of money. I just have none to give to the homeless or needy. Which is selfish, but Papa needed a new iTouch and Tui-na Massage, an Oriental bodywork therapy utilizing the flow of Qi through my meridians, channels and collaterals, restoring my being to a more harmonious state.
That being clarified, I can truthfully say that the new cabin design in Singapore Airlines is tops; officially beating out First Class in British Airways. BA, sure, you give out pajamas, escort me to my seat, and speak broken English. But lately it seems that you’ve been having trouble with my bags, keeping your elbows to yourself, and apparently landing planes has become an issue.
And it’s not that your Flight Attendants aren’t much to look at, regardless of their English heritage, but they don’t look like this. Go beyond the superficial, flawless, sweet-smelling scent of every gentle female Flight Attendant I’ve been personally waited upon on SA, and what you’ll find is a full set of teeth. Something I value as I spend 15 hours in a seat / bed big enough for the two of us, surfing the over 1,000 channels of mindless entertainment only a late 20-something with no TV can appreciate.
So hats off to you, Everything Singapore. You’re clean and green, your hospitality is purely Asian, your shopping heavenly (even for guys), and regardless of what goes on in the First Class Cabin or the rumours I’ve heard, you’ll forever be associated with the word, “Welcome.”
Special price for you.
