For some flying the skies to their final destination isn’t just a means to an end, it’s the be all of end all. Case in point one couple (Psychologist Dr Peter Hart and his wife Ann) who caused an uproar when they found out to their bitter chagrin just as their Qantas plane was ferrying down the taxi way that first class had run out of designer XL pj’s.
Forced to turn back and let the passengers off (the couple declined the crew’s offer of business class pj’s) passengers on the flight were immediately concerned that something serious was amiss.
It was only after the captain announced that the plane had to return to the gates to let off a chagrined couple cause there were no designer pj’s for them that passengers erupted in laughter said QF94 passenger Angela Ceberano. That or tears. But then again that is the absurdity of flying these days, as ones life is put into a kind of surreal time capsule as they cross one time frame to another hoping that whilst they sit in a steel tube 30 000 feet up in the air nothing too amiss happens. Even having to be told wearing the wrong pajamas.
Note, for those of you who haven’t done it, the flight from LA to Melbourne is 15 hours. I’v e done the flight to Sydney many times and that’s 13 hours of hell and fury too, but then again I’ve always settled for a good book to get me through my own trauma of being.
It is understood Dr Peter Hart and his wife Ann arrived in Australia a day later, one hopes smug with their new extra large designer pajamas….