Breakfast at 35,000 feet was tasty. In fact, one more biscuit would have been nice.
What wasn't nice on this flight? The lady across from me. It didn't bother me that she had two mimosas at 7 am. It was fine she slept with her mouth wide open. But I was beside myself with the nasty pink poodle purse/stuffed animal she was using as a neck pillow. It was gross. And dirty. Yuck. Cooties.