People harrumph more at 38,000ft. It’s a sort of iron rule of air travel. Fifteen minutes in and you get triple-exclamation-mark observations and everyone’s inner magistrate. Perhaps it is the memory of those kinder days, when flights weren’t pay-per-mile torture and the cabin crew smiled as they thrust the free glass of merlot your way. Who knows? What I do know is that aeroplane food seems to be the thing that gets people going the most. I lack the moral resources to get incensed by a Ryanair cheese and ham toastie, but I fear I am not representative of the populace as a whole on this.
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