‘What Makes You Happy?

‘Makes you understand what’s important and what’s not,’ said one friend. ‘What enables you to happy? ‘What’s this, is of life? ‘ asked another. This got five ‘Likes’. I’m waiting for someone to ask me that question just. Because I’m ready with my answer. After years of soul searching, deep navel gazing and countless episodes of Oprah re-runs, I’ve the response to this is of life. And it is: Business Class.

With an addendum: First Class when you can get it, but if not, this is of life are Business Class. This will hit many of you as incredibly shallow and meaningless, not to mention a poor reflection of the beliefs of my parents so clearly did not spread if you ask me. But I don’t treatment.

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If people want to suffer for the rest of their lives in Economy, it’s their karma. WHILE I die, I wish to come as an unlimited expense accounts back. I want to be pampered rather than suffer. That’s nothing at all incorrect to wallow in luxury. I’ve had enough to be squeezed into a seat made for a four-year old child.

I want the option of elevating my hip and legs to the horizontal position. I have had of crappy enough, surly service. I want to be waited on hand and foot. I’d like attractive cabin crew to crouch down by my seat and enquire with false interest if I’m comfortable and if I want another flute of champagne. I have got enough of squinting at a tiny screen how big is a paperback novel trying to see which Transformer is clobbering Megatron. I have experienced of looking to sleep at an 85-level angle enough. I wish to sleep on a flat-bed with nice clean linen and a huge fluffy pillow.

I reach to do that at home and I don’t understand why I should be paying big money to settle the upright position. EASILY upright wanted to be, I’d be having lunch. And talking about which…I have had enough of dry out chicken carcasses, stringy beef, and fish that flavor of cotton wool. I have also had enough of wanting to break up my meat with plastic cutlery. I wish to drink from a proper glass, eat from an effective plate rather than a tin-foil tray. I especially want to have satay for my appetizer. “Ay, where got satay as an appetizer, one?

” Sharyn asked lately after hearing patiently to my rant. “On SQ’s business class, a trolley is rolled by them of satay down the aisle,” I said. “I know because I once visited China for work plus they flew me business class and they got satay! “Tell me about it,” I grumpily said. “Nevertheless, you are an unhealthy writer, how will you afford to sit Business Class?” Sharyn asked owlishly, her eye magnified behind her half-inch dense spectacles.

“Sometimes,” I told her, “sometimes, I’m sitting down at the front end of the Economy section and I can smell the satay coming through those blue curtains. I can hear the tinkle of champagne glasses even. “Oh my God, I’m so sick of that bloody satay!” said Amanda, who only ever flies First or Business Class. “Why can’t they serve something else like kueh pie-tee or something?

Saffy later said that someone needs to give Amanda a big reality check. “If she walked into an Economy cabin ever, she’d probably question why she was back in the airport’s boarding gate abruptly! Amanda says you get what you pay for. To which I enough to say that I’ve paid. If those years of suffering through Economy isn’t payment enough, I’m going to be having words with God when we meet.