“‘I had to sit on the runway for 40 minutes.’ Oh, my god, really? What happened then? Did you fly through the air like a bird, incredibly? Did you soar into the clouds, impossibly? Did you partake in the miracle of human flight and then land softly on giant tires that you couldn’t even conceive how the f**king put air in them?” – Louis C.K.
I’m not a frequent flyer. I’ve now been to three destinations in my life by plane. Honestly, flying scares me a bit. Listening to Chris Hayes defend flight travel, in the aftermath of the early July crash of Asiana Airlines flight 214, was comforting.
(Seriously, does anyone else ears’ hurt upon descent? Ugh. Felt like me head was going to pop like a balloon.)
The flight was about 7 hours. It wasn’t really long enough for all the in-flight movies I wanted to watch. LOL! Apparently on flights that long, they automatically give you a meal. When we ordered our tickets, my sister and I couldn’t figure out how to order me an appropriate meal, so we decided to forgo and just bring some snacks.
As they were passing out the complimentary meals of chicken or beef, my sister felt bad that her and my parents had plates while I didn’t. However, the luck of the (part) Irish was with me and the attendant happened to find me an extra vegan meal: sweet glazed tofu with rice and roasted vegetables.
I doubled-down and tried my luck on the return flight, but no dice. No extra tray for me and the side salad had pasta, which contained egg. Even the pretzels had dairy on them. Oh, brother. So, lesson learned. The attendants said that they only have vegan meals if they’re requested; so, for long flights, do try to avail yourself of that.
No worries, though; I enjoyed a tin of spaghetti-o’s, which I had to declare to US preclearance…and it was scrutinized, but that’s another story. In the end, it’s pretty much vegan rule to assume nothing and always carry a little something to nibble on.