Reading how this man saved money (alas, he didn't get the bonus miles) on airfare had me thinking about how horrible Northwest has become.

Nevermind the rude service, or the grave intimacy one gets from sitting in the main cabin (other flights across the pacific are roomier even in coach), or the godawful movies (bizclass gets Matrix Reloaded and Finding Nemo, economy gets Holes), it's the food, goddamit.

Beef or chicken, they all taste the same: about as palatable as photocopy paper. One immediately has to salt and pepper it to (bestow) taste. My mother was telling me about how this one time (in a different airline, however) about how someone brought adobo inflight. Mmmmm... it stank but it sure trumped the mystery meat staring back at my mom. In fact, I remember how they used to serve wine in coach. They didn't do that in the Nagoya-Detroit flight, which is always full (hence, no apparent reason to cost-cut).

Maybe if I bring along a can of Pringles and two bacon cheeseburgers, I can mail myself to Philly.