It was one of those weeks in which I could not have been more thrilled to be a part of. I had a few friends who I knew were going to be at the hainan airlines business class. The first two they had mentioned were the first two weeks we were at Barcelona. I was so excited to finally be there! It was amazing to see the city and the weather.
I was so excited that I had to check out the other two on my own. One was the “class” of business class. It was the first time I had traveled by myself. I had been flying with a flight attendant on a couple of occasions, but I had never been by myself in a coach seat in a plane before. I was excited to have that experience, and I was also excited to see how the flight attendants treated me.
When I say “treated,” I mean that they came into my cabin. They didn’t just come and stand in the middle of my seat and start talking to me. They came and sat at the end of the seat so they could see me and talk to me. They made conversation with me, and they talked to me about the flight. They never talked to me about the flight.
The only time I did anything that would have been acceptable was when I was standing in the middle of the seat and I was holding them up. That wasn’t good, but it was not a bad thing. I still didn’t have a good time.
That was just another reason that I didn’t have a good time. Even if something was an acceptable time, it wasnt going to make any sense to me.
Sometimes, even when we do have an acceptable time, when we do have a conversation that we think is acceptable, it’s just not and we’ve wasted a lot of time talking to ourselves. We can’t even have a conversation about the flight when we’re at the airport, because we’re always talking about something else and never about the flight.
We do have a conversation, but it’s about a different flight and a different time period. We talk about the time we were at the airport, and how excited we were to see the new flight that we’ve not yet flown. The conversation never even gets to the parts where we talk about how much we hate the airline.
So after we get off the plane, we go to the gate of the plane. After the flight attendant tells us it will take about an hour to transfer to the next flight, we are told to stand in line at the bar of the plane. It is the only place we can sit to talk to the flight attendant.
In the beginning of our journey, we get an email from the flight attendant saying that there is a problem with our flight. When we arrive at our gate, we are told that we need to go to the terminal to get our boarding passes. The flight attendant tells us that we need to have our tickets ready in an hour. We take our time walking down the path we took to get to the terminal, and then we go to the ticket counter and get some boarding passes.
When we get back to the gate, the flight attendant tells us that the terminal is a mess and she will have to send someone over to clean it up. We wait through the process until the attendant finally comes back with a big smile and says that the ticket counter is now open. We have to go to the check-in counter and get our boarding passes for the next flight.