Grotty little 757. Half way thought and still nobody has been alseep. The kicker was the direct Vegas flight, one of Virgin’s 757s at the next gate.
The worst plane food I’ve ever had - why don’t they just keep it simple?
As the smell of Pringles and sweaty feet drift though the cabin we hear the distance cry of kids, thankfull not ours. Yet.
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