Air France!
With a particularly unhappy dose of the flu, I boarded a flight that was to be of 15 hours duration.
My throat felt like razor blades. I looked forward to a drink of water, which would have been a lifesaver!
It was 10 hours into the flight before a cabin crew came near to me, and grudgingly provided a drink of water.
I saw the cabin crew for the second time just before landing, when they distributed a "feedback on our cabin service" card, then whisked it away before I could fill it in.
Thus Air France will forever hold a special place on Mine Host's list of unhappy memories.
The only people to arrive rested were the cabin crew. Their union is retarding that airline, & their national reputation (such as it may be, cough).
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That's France for you: the cutting edge of the decline of Western civilization.
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