Better than Swimming
Port de Plaisance, Chatillon sur Loire 'It's better than swimming' (long pause) 'Ma'am.' I'm nominating this as the new slogan for Qantas, the observation having been made to me 10 hours into a 13 hour flight by a senior (very) flight attendant. She was waiting for someone to let her into the crew rest room for a lie down (lucky her) whilst I was attempting to ward off DVT and stretch my cramped muscles. We'd met earlier in the flight when, on one of my regular circuits of the plane I'd paused at the galley and had the temerity to ask for a cup of tea, it having been some hours since our welcome aboard drink of cranberry and apple cordial (those 13 hours were going to be long ones). She'd make some tea, she said, when she had time in her busy schedule of not handing out meals, snacks or drinks. I'd come back in a bit, I said, thereby saving her the walk to my seat. When I returned she barked out something that sounded like, 'Juh...