You’re at 35,000 feet, crunched up in a foetal position attempting to shut out with pillows and many copies of the inflight magazine the crescendo of the snore artist in the next seat. You wish you could detach your legs below the knees. And maybe stow them away until when you might need them again to go wait in line before the wakeful crowds start jamming the aisles to the lavatory. You wish your seat would recline a little more. And, most of all, you wish you could ionize that kid that’s been watching movies all night and kicking the back of your seat…
Have a nice flight.
That last part? Not about the kid, about the nice flight. That’s exactly the kind of gift you get when, surprise-surprise, you are upgraded to First Class on Singapore Airlines
Yahoo Travel Editor Paula Froelich found herself spirited into her own private cabin, served champagne, and stretching blissed out on a full-length bed. And, of course, taking home plenty of designer goodies.
It was nice, she says, maybe too nice.
And, just so that you know, it doesn’t happen to everyone. But, then again, it just might happen to you.
