"GOOD morning Ladies and gentlemen request your attention, We welcome you aboard Kingfisher. Please ensure that your seat belt is fastened, your seat back is upright and your tray-table is stowed. At Kingfisher, your safety is our first priority.." the announcement gradually faded with her extra loud whispering (by her i mean my girlfriends), full of complaints as of why didn't i get the window and middle seats for both of us at check-in. Well, to say, the journey was neither much delightful as it was supposed to be nor it was as sad.
The intentions of getting a middle and window seat was not very much clear to me until half of the journey, but I could say that Mallaya did a great job by acquiring Deccan (at least now you wont find peanut shells in your seat when you board). Nevertheless this great feeling of mine regarding Kinfisher's Deccan acquisition is a collection of such small reasons such as cleaner aircraft to adorable air hostesses(NO PUN INTENDED). We didn't struggled much to venture our locations in-flight (as if it were the Ludhiana express). The lady over the window seat was an obvious indication that the lady accompanying me should be seated next to her (i.e. the middle seat) which means that the aisle seat was left for the poor me. To be very honest the arrangement seemed to be just appropriate.
My hunger made me order for an extremely overpriced cheese sandwich and she preferred diet coke. The movement of the crew ladies (during refreshment session) within the flight is usually too generous for passengers. Well it has a sufficiently valid reason of in-sufficient space. Their curves missed my shoulders several times as i avoided. It was time for me to realize the whole point of "seat selection". As i mentioned, the crew was generous to me, and i guess, to most of the aisle seaters.
The break-even point was when my overpriced sandwich arrived. My hunger killing intentions were distracted by a subtle push by one such pair of curve, which was not much pleasing to the lady sipping the "Diet Coke" beside me (my girlfriend). My aisle seat life-cycle was shortened by her immediately as i had to shift to the middle for some reason (hers). The lady over the window seemed air sick and i thought that she was about to puke, the imagination of which made my hunger run away. But i managed to finish my sandwich by time we reached.
I still regret ordering the overpriced cheese sandwich, because of its price not because of some other reasons...
The intentions of getting a middle and window seat was not very much clear to me until half of the journey, but I could say that Mallaya did a great job by acquiring Deccan (at least now you wont find peanut shells in your seat when you board). Nevertheless this great feeling of mine regarding Kinfisher's Deccan acquisition is a collection of such small reasons such as cleaner aircraft to adorable air hostesses(NO PUN INTENDED). We didn't struggled much to venture our locations in-flight (as if it were the Ludhiana express). The lady over the window seat was an obvious indication that the lady accompanying me should be seated next to her (i.e. the middle seat) which means that the aisle seat was left for the poor me. To be very honest the arrangement seemed to be just appropriate.
My hunger made me order for an extremely overpriced cheese sandwich and she preferred diet coke. The movement of the crew ladies (during refreshment session) within the flight is usually too generous for passengers. Well it has a sufficiently valid reason of in-sufficient space. Their curves missed my shoulders several times as i avoided. It was time for me to realize the whole point of "seat selection". As i mentioned, the crew was generous to me, and i guess, to most of the aisle seaters.
The break-even point was when my overpriced sandwich arrived. My hunger killing intentions were distracted by a subtle push by one such pair of curve, which was not much pleasing to the lady sipping the "Diet Coke" beside me (my girlfriend). My aisle seat life-cycle was shortened by her immediately as i had to shift to the middle for some reason (hers). The lady over the window seemed air sick and i thought that she was about to puke, the imagination of which made my hunger run away. But i managed to finish my sandwich by time we reached.
I still regret ordering the overpriced cheese sandwich, because of its price not because of some other reasons...
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