Whatever complaints I had about China AirLine, consider them retracted.
After a brief lay-over in Taipei, I boarded my flight to Bangkok. I showed the flight attendant my ticket stub and she directed me upstairs. Upstairs? I climbed a few steps and found myself in First Class.
My first moments of my first (and possibly only) time in First Class: Look at stub. Look around First Class Cabin. Look at flight attendant. Smile and nod back. Look at stub again. Find my seat. Look at stub. Slowly ease into wide, leather lounge chair. Look at others in cabin. Feel under-dressed. Look at flight attendant. Hold breath. Wait for someone to tell me to go downstairs. Check stub against seat number. Settle in. Praise the Lord.
By the time I arrived in Bangkok, I had nearly finished my book and felt as if I had just spent a quiet afternoon in an armchair by a window. Even the luggage checked against my will arrived without any hiccup.
So I take it back. I take it all back.
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Where are you now??? Time to switch places as violators of the 10th commandment, I believe, I miss BKK so much.
What did you think of your book (my social life was destroyed, my emotions ruined, both times I read it)?
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