Flying to Toronto
My computer is plugged into the seat in front of me. But apparently, no juice is flowing. How exciting this new seatback development was…for all of five minutes. Now the little battery icon at the bottom is staring at me, ominously letting me know that I’ve got 48% left…44%…
On another note, something that I’ve been thinking of extensively for the past few weeks came up in the row behind me. An attentive mom requested bottled water for her child. No can do, says the flight attendant – we’ve got tap and that’s it.
Now, if people (myself included) are willing to buy a bottle of water for astronomical prices at the movie theatre, why aren’t they selling them on the plane yet? It’s about a million times easier for me to hide the water bottle in my purse while going to see a film, yet I’ve still forked over three bux for water a number of times.
On a plane, how easy would it be for them to have a bunch of cases of Montclair in the back and charge people a toonie (I feel like I’m already in Toronto…)? I’d be much more interested in paying two dollars an entire bottle of water than a deli sandwich or a pillow. Better yet, the water doesn’t go bad, stale, rotten. It just sits there in the back/front of the plane waiting for folks like me to come along and say "Bottled please…"
[Update: someone I know, who happens to be "in the know", let me know that while there's no power flowing through those little outlets yet, they will be soon. How exciting is that!]












