I was heading towards Delhi the other day, and my head was slight mad on the stalky attendant. It was going to be a five hours journey and the woody idiot offered me seat number 26. Not that the window seat had problems with the comfort,air conditioning, ergonomics or safety, but it was so dumb to sit in the red flying machine (red volvo , not ferrari:)) at the rear part where not many good people come and even if some do, these are the families of four with their kids playing KBC on everything they see.
Trying my hand on the betwixt and between moments of the life