In November, I flew back to Honolulu to spend Thanksgiving with my family and I had a bit of a snit on the plane when they ran out of food on my flight. I chronicled the whole grumpy sordid saga in this post. Anyway, me being me, I was so damned busted! On my flight back to LaLa Land, one of the non-glam flight attendants remembered me. I apologized for being grumpy and she was really nice about the whole thing.
Flash forward a month. Significant Other and I flew back to Honolulu for Christmas break. We flew, again, on a Delta Flight. The plane was one of Delta’s ancient models which, according to one flight attendant I chatted with on one of my flights a while ago, isn’t unusual because it is one of the least profitable routes the company flies. We flew on free tickets that we had booked, I think, in January or February of last year. This trip, however, was sure a lot more comfortable and pleasant. First, we flew on a two-aisle 767 instead of the dreaded single aisle 757 (aka, the most horribly uncomfortable plane ever designed).
So this time around, I did get food! Significant Other and I each ordered a fruit and yogurt parfait and a breakfast sandwich. Here’s the thing (and you HAD to know there was going to be a “thing,” right?). Take a look at the picture of the fruit parfait in the Delta menu and take a look at the fruit parfait that landed on my tray table.
Really though, even though it wasn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, I do have to say that, damn, that yogurt was delicious! Fresh fruit and full fat yogurt goodness!!!
It’s nice to be home.