British Airways is quite an intriguing thing. Everything seems a little more proper but not the classiest. Allow me to illustrate my meaning with a few photos.
Firstly, Highlife Shop, aka, the UK's version of SkyMall. SkyMall displays all the high priced and unique items one would expect to find if there actually was a floating shopping mall in the sky that takes a plane to get to. Jane Jetson is the only person I know that would actually purchase anything there.
Here, in the Highlife, they don't help you spoil your pets, order a wall-sized crossword puzzle nor provide you with a replica Ron Weasley wand (with real imitation unicorn hair). It is just a bunch of really fancy wines, watches, perfumes, and confections. I was hoping for the English equivalent to cupcake rug.
Now, I guess I missed the options when I was buying my ticket, but I totally missed what my meal options would be. So, when the bun-up flight attendant asked, "Chicken, curry, or cheese lasagna?" I replied simply, "Chicken." I was given a tray with a warm aluminium covered entrée. Yep, this story doesn't work as well in text. I should have written, what I heard was, "Chicken, curry, or cheese lasagna?" Take our a few of those commas, and what I actually got was chicken curry. Curry? Really? 9 hour flight. 9 hours of the same recirculated air, few tiny lavatories, and transatlantic turbulence?
Yeah, Heathrow toilets are not something to wait for either. With communication and idea sharing where it is today, Jerry Seinfeld wonders why Asians still use chopsticks, and I wonder why this toilet tissue comes out in individual sheets. We changed this game about 130 years ago. "Picture me rollin'." ~Tupac
This, on the other hand, no clue. Trust-eating something when you can only identify less than 10% of the key ingredients. And that is even after tasting it. Luckily, I had another shot of milk to wash it down, this time a little more GoGurtesque.
A normal overcast day in London proper. Not the easiest to get a clear picture of the Thames. But I have seen it. Mark it, dude.
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