Sunday, November 02, 2008

It was entirely my fault that I arrived at SFO five minutes after the 60-minute-before-departure cutoff time. The seat I had arranged months earlier was given to a standby passenger and I wound up in a middle seat. At least I’d be able to turn the air vent full blast, which (for me) relieves some of the claustrophobia that comes with being squeezed between two strangers. But alas, barely a trickle of air escaped the vents on the entire Airbus 320. I fly a lot—a lot—and I’ve never been on a plane where you couldn’t open the vent and release a gush of cool air onto your face. Not this five-hour flight to Toronto. And nobody had an explanation…or an apology (hardly surprising for Air Canada, one of the surliest of all the airlines). I have never been happier to get off a plane.

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