Where Have the Linens Gone?

Since Tim and I haven't taken any trips this year, we decided to splurge on our adventure to San Francisco. We turned in a pile of miles to fly first class. I am always game for a wider seat and more leg room ... oh yeah, and free cocktails too.

It has been a couple of years since I've been in First Class since I don't travel much for work anymore. I was so looking forward to a bit of pampering on the long flight.

Lunch was about to be served (that alone is a miracle) and along came the flight attendant with a warm towel. On her next round, she placed the linen over my tray table. I looked down and stared in disbelief. I looked right, then left, thinking she ran out of linens.

Oh no, everyone was staring at the same thing I was. The linens had been replaced with a blue paper placemat. I immediately ordered a cocktail to take the edge off. The bubbly flight attendant returned with my beverage. I grasp the glass, eager to sink into the comfy seat and sip my cocktail from a glass, glass.

I sighed deeply as my brain sorted out the signals from my hands and eyes. It wasn't glass. Oh no, just a fancy plastic cup, just like I get in coach. I finished it off in a couple of swigs and ordered another - it was going to take a whole lot more to numb the pain.

There are no more meals, pillows or magazine. I wondered, what will be next? Bring your own glass or toilet paper. One thing is for certain, you will always be able to buy a cocktail in coach. Someone has to help pay for the cocktails I drank on that first class flight.