"Business Class"
I wrote this on the flight from Sao Paulo back to D.C.
business class
10.10.2011
when my meal came, i scorned the obligatory linens and pretentious questions. was my filet "mignon" enough? did it matter? why use a napkin in my lap here when i wouldn't do the same elsewhere?
the answer came when a drop of vinaigrette permeated the soft, white plush of the pillow placed beneath my tray. convinced, i plopped the soft, white napkin in its stead and continued my dinner.
one cloth cousin sullied by my sloppiness and the other safely spared -- how pervasive discrimination is.
"what will you have to drink?"
wake up, world.
business class
10.10.2011
when my meal came, i scorned the obligatory linens and pretentious questions. was my filet "mignon" enough? did it matter? why use a napkin in my lap here when i wouldn't do the same elsewhere?
the answer came when a drop of vinaigrette permeated the soft, white plush of the pillow placed beneath my tray. convinced, i plopped the soft, white napkin in its stead and continued my dinner.
one cloth cousin sullied by my sloppiness and the other safely spared -- how pervasive discrimination is.
"what will you have to drink?"
wake up, world.
It sounds like you had an enlightening experience Ratna. You are definitely by far, the most down to earth person I know.
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