The Lufthansa flight back to KL is about 5-ish, so we get to the airport to check in plenty of time – remembering the fiasco last time of queuing up and immigration. Our luck strikes again as we are ushered to the front of an empty queue and, just after we were talking about getting an upgrade, the check-in clerk gives us our tickets and mumbles something about not being able to use the lounge and I realise that we have been upgraded to Business class! How marvellous, and I am beginning to warm to Germans again...
As we are boarding the plane, this really annoying fat Arab pushes past everyone in the priority lane saying “Excuse me, ex-cuuuuuuuse meeeeee” and barges his way to the front of the queue – clearly this one thinks he is more business class than anyone else. Cunt.
Anyway, we get to our 3-in-a-row seats and I am settling down when this guy comes up next to me, looking at his boarding stub, the seat number and me: I am in the wrong seat. Bum. I find my correct one and guess who I am sat next to? The fat Arab cunt, who’s huffing and puffing about something, and then starts to sing quietly to himself. Great, I am glad I have got earphones. As we take off, the air-conditioning condensation, which must have collected in the overhead compartment, pours onto FAC – hahaha! This prompts him to get up and move away from me, which is perfect. I smile to myself as I have a glass of champagne, watching Edwin and Adrian play about with their seats, reclining, making the bed, using the massage and sitting upright again.
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