After several flight changes my itinerary from Atlanta to Seoul was finalized as a flight on Delta from Atlanta to San Francisco early in the morning on Friday, a four hour layover at the San Francisco airport, and finally a flight on Singapore Air to Seoul, South Korea. I was remarkably cool and laidback through the whole trip. For the most part everything went very smoothly.
Very seldom do I win in any form of lottery or game of chance. But at Hartsfield Airport I was a winner. My boarding pass was randomly chosen to have the marking “SSSS,” as the security officiator pointed out. This meant that I not only got a full body massage, but my entire bag got reorganized as well. Which is good because before I went through security I was wondering why I decided to keep all my belonging in my bag rather than in a loose pile outside of the bag. Like I said though, I was pretty laid back during my travels and didn’t really care about the thorough security check.
The most interesting part of my journey was the flight on Singapore Air from San Francisco to Seoul. On Singapore Airline the drab western flight attendants are replaced by numerous Singapore princesses in full ornate gowns and make up. Generally I like women who wear the redundant jeans, skirts, blouses, dresses, etc. from any of our fine clothing establishments; Gap, Old Navy, Urban Outfitters, Abercrombie and Fitch, Target, American Eagle… These women on Singapore Air however, without saying a word or making a face, laughed at me and called me fool. They introduced me to a more elegant and refined understanding of beauty.
I had Singapore princesses as my flight attendants. This meant that by pressing the button in front of my seat I could call to my side a Singapore princess who would graciously attend to my needs. This therefore was probably the coolest button I’ve ever had. And I’ve had many. The princesses gave me many exotic gifts, which included a pillow, blanket, headset, toothbrush and toothpaste, and some sort of biscuit with tasty meat inside of it (I don’t know why in the States we stuff our biscuits with biscuit when we could stuff them with meat… it was very good). They also continually offered me a selection of drinks. I had a bit of a cold that day so I decided I would drink orange juice, but ended up asking for wine because I wanted to impress my Singapore princesses. I think they were impressed. My princesses gave me an elegant menu with meal choices for the flight from San Francisco to Seoul along with meal choices for the continuation flight from Korea to Singapore. Or so it seemed.
I enjoyed my meal of chicken and rise, a biscuit, salad, and a wonderful ice cream bar which my princesses brought me separately. Afterwards I fell asleep for an hour and dreamed about the wonders of Singapore. I woke up again as one of the princesses with a cart beside her offered me the choice of either a beef dish or a vegetarian dish for my second meal. While I do like meals, this was rather upsetting. A second meal? I thought the second meal was for the continuation flight from Seoul to Singapore. Did I miss my stop? Was there a yellow cord I was supposed to pull to let the pilot know I needed to get off at the Seoul stop? Why is this airline a city bus? Someone could have told me my stop was coming up. “Excuse me Singapore princess, can I have a plane schedule for the Singapore-Korea route? Also… who would I talk to about the sun not going down for over 20 hours?” Well I went ahead and ate my second meal (because I do like meals) and it eventually became clear, to my relief, that the plane was heading toward Seoul and I had not missed my stop. I was ready to pull the chord once we started getting close.
