Bad luck

When we travelled to The Gambia in June, it was simply impossible. We had bad luck in every way. And before coming here, we spent three and a half hours inside the plane! It is a new record!

I was in business class. When I had been inside the plane for ten minutes or so, the stewardess asked me, “What would you like to eat?”

I said, “I am not hungry.”

“What would you like to drink?”

I said, “Orange juice.” She gave me orange juice. Three hours later, they were serving food. To everybody the stewardess was giving food. I said, “I would like to eat.”

She said, “But you said you did not want to eat.”

She did give me food. What was it? A croissant, cut in half. On it was a piece of cheese, and underneath that, a big, round piece of meat! Underneath that was the other half of the croissant. I took off the top of the croissant, and when I saw the cheese, I saw that the meat was touching it. So I took the top and the bottom of the croissant. There was a kind of salad. It was all leaves, nothing else! There were only three tiny tomatoes. Then there were four or five cookies. That was what they called business class! There was no drink.

They called it business class, but the only difference was that the seat was a little wider. I always like to have an aisle seat, so that I can get up. I am ready to stand up for the other passengers. In the aisle seat today there was an old man. I felt so miserable for him when I had to ask him to let me go out. This time they said it was too late to get an aisle seat.

Economy travel is one price, and business class is so much more. But this kind of food we got.