You all know that scene where Seinfeld goes to pick up the rental car and they offer him a different car because they don’t have the one he reserved.  Well, we’re beginning that series now in the US.  We come to a hotel after a long miserable journey in the middle of the dark drizzling night hoping to sleep in the warm bed we had often reserved in the past, and it isn’t available.  So we take the room and wake up in the morning totally ready to fight or leave.  

And then you keep shut because you go on to the next disappointment. 

Well, not this time.

On one leg of the plane ride, the one where I was supposed to sleep,  I had one of those reclining chairs that are supposed to induce total comfort, but it kept sitting me up straight every time I drifted off.  The chair really wasn’t so much of a problem because the lights were kept on.  But I had complained so much about the movie screen and the lifebelt door opening up all the time, I was embarrassed to keep kvetching and just mentioned it at the end.    My fault, but the steward was so mortified he gave me a bottle of champagne and I grabbed it with joy.  

We should have drank the champagne in the crummy room overlooking the parking lot, but we went right to sleep and are now ready for revenge.  Let’s see how that goes.