In short order the PIA flight was taxiing out to the runway and moments later the pilot had lifted off to bring us into the quickest, most vertical climb to 20,000 feet I ever experienced. The consequences of such an abrupt and near vertical ascent were that all the food storage cabinets in the galley sprung open sending endless amounts of their contents down the aisles.
Two hours into the five plus hour flight they began serving the food. And good job as I’d become a little on the overly hungry side. All the Muslims were served first and I couldn’t believe the size of the meals being dished out by an airline. I was thinking…. ” these people are fasting? …..wow, what am I gonna get served ? ”……..
I’m guessing the logic was that these people had gone all day without food….we Anglos, having opportunity to eat all day long, were served the tiniest replica of an edible sandwich any intense stretch of the imagination could conjure up……..and I swear the one they served me was the spitting image of the one that tumbled past my seat during the rocket launch two hours before. Was it that one for sure…?….I don’t know. But I do know that no one attempted to brush it clean before serving.
