Tom and I are in Beijing. We left JFK right at eight am on Thursday and made great time to San Francisco. Outside of the TERRIBLE in flight movies, the first 6 hours went very quickly. We arrived in San Fran early and after some dangerous Mexican food we headed over to the gate.
Not THREE minutes after checking in, the front desk pages Tom Ig and upgrades him to business class. I walk onto the plane and find my place in between two dudes. All the attractive women must be seated somewhere else because there are none within eyeshot of 35J.
I throw my stuff in the compartment and take my seat. A minute passes and I start some quiet banter with my neighbor. Then, a gentleman approached me.
“Come with me.”
He gave me a slip of paper. No, it did not say 35J as my previous slip had… no no. This paper said 8F.
“you’re going to like it,” the man added as I entered into the businuss class section.
“may I take your coat sir?”
It was an aisle seat. In business class. An aisle seat with cycling lumbar support, automatic seat adjustment, stereo headphones and a menu with options of Pan-seared filet mignon w/ balsamic rosemary sauce, citrus chicken with cashews, and pan fried mahi mahi with garlic sauce.
For dessert? a selection of international cheeses or caramel apple cobbler.
There was a little package of comforts that came with the seat as well. Moisturizing oils, a night time eye shield, kleenex, soap, and face towel.
We got warm cashews and walnuts shortly after take off. And multiple passes of the hot towels to wipe your weary eyes.
Personal T.V? yes.
A huge stretch of legroom? yes.
Fantastic flight? yes.
12 hours of luxery? yes please