Fellow passengers: The greaser next to me chugs his way through brewskis. In the seat on my other side, a professional drummer reads magazines for professional drummers. A nice bloke, he tells me the names of some bands he's played with. I nod like I recognise them.
On time: Yup.
Food and drink: I bagged a sensational burger and a damn fine beer at the airport in Seattle. Anything on the plane, other than little bottles of water and cans of fizzy drink, costs money.
Service: US domestic crews get a bad rap, but the women running this show were friendly and helpful.
Luggage: I was only booked for carry-on, so had to pay US$25 ($33) to get my Big Pink Beast suitcase on board. A minor hassle, but you'll spare yourself the inconvenience by paying more attention to the website when booking.
Entertainment: Credit card to watch movies.
Toilets: Nothing a coarse scrubbing cloth wouldn't fix.
Airport experience: Dude, how's Seattle treating you? Great! Want a burger? Awesome! A beer? No problem! HI! WELCOME TO CHICAGO! GET IN YOUR CAB AND GET OUTTA MY WAY BUDDY!
Would I fly this again?: I'm unlikely to take this route again. We won't be missing each other.
