As I sat lashed into a tight, tiny bucket of what passes for a seat on an airline, having been barked at by disgruntled flight attendants and served greasy e-foo pork noodles that tasted faintly of cardboard, I wondered what possessed me to fork over money for this torture.
And then I remembered... oh right, I'm on holiday.
So why does this holiday somehow make me think of prison: shitty food, a confined space, hardly any natural light, unruly haggard "guards", the communal screen showing not-so-current movies.
That's United Airlines for you.
Somehow, the flight did start out a bit more promisingly. The SIN-HKG leg had rather pleasant flight attendants, who were polite and actually greeted you when you boarded the plane (vs the curt, point you to your seat reception from HKG to Chicago).
But all in, I survived the torture, the possibility of death by Deep Venous Thrombosis, and even emerged victorious after the fight with Jet Lag.