May 28, 2020
Volume 50 - No. 21
by lyle e davis
It is midnight. We are somewhere near Greenland en route to Denmark. We are on SAS Flight 1518.
As airlines go I suppose SAS is better than most I have flown, although the service is not quite what I expected it is a cut above Sam Smith Airlines. The food was more than adequate. We had chicken breast with cheeze and a quite tasty desert pudding. Wine is not complimentary. It is $1.75 a bottle...a small bottle. Beer is $2.50 a can. A small can. I had a Carlsberg beer and a bottle of wine. It is said that it is a good idea not to drink too much on a
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transatlantic flight as it leads to increased fatigue commonly known as jet lag. At these prices it is quite easy to abstain.
There is a pitcher of fresh orange juice and ice water in the galley and we're free to help ourselves as we wish. Breakfast will be up in about an hour. We are about 3 1/2 hours from Denmark where it is approximately 9am local time. We are due in at about 12:30 or 12:45 due to favorable tail winds. The cabin is generally dark with a few overhead lights on here and there. Even though it is midnight California
time the sun has been out for sometime. Occasional window screens are open and we can see the clouds below. Most are still sleeping; or trying to sleep. It's almost impossible on a plane. I think they design the seats so that you can lean back just far enough to get thoroughly uncomfortable and no amount of readjusting will make it any more comfortable. If one is lucky enough to fall asleep some orangutang waltzes up the aisle and bumps you in the head and wakens you. The stewardesses are generally young, attractive, pleasant figures; although one is a bit thick in the hips she seems pleasant enough. They must speak at
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least three languages, a native Scandinavian language, English and German, French or Spanish. Often you have a mixed crew. Our steward is Swedish, one stewardess is Danish, another is Norwegian.
There is a hacker seated to my immediate rear and right. We're just on the fring of the no-smoking section. No big problem. Cigarette smoke doesn't bother me, an ex smoker. But the Hacker does. He bothers me. He has been coughing ever since we left LAX. And his coughs are the real juicy kind...the kind where the phlegm is loose in his lungs and throat and after about the fifth cough you just want to