I’ve written about airplane food before, though it’s generally something I avoid (the food, not the writing or airplanes). On long flights (there’s nothing to eat on short routes anymore), especially from New York to Europe, I figured that my time was spent better sleeping than eating, a preemptive strike against the inevitable jet lag.
Also, airplane food is disgusting.
I have become skilled at sleeping in an economy class seat. At some point I learned that my pillow does more good behind my back than my head. Noise reduction headphones changed everything, of course, and every time I put them on I send a silent thank you (and apology for my less-than-exemplary breakup behavior) to the old boyfriend who gave them to me for Christmas a few years ago. I find that the window seat sometimes allows me to lean against the wall and avoid the old bob ‘n’ jerk of the head. I always nab an extra blanket if I see one in the overhead bin on the way to my seat. A couple of Tylenol PM, eye mask in position, and out I go.
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