Fly the Sassy Skies

You want MY autograph?

I’m not one of those people who’s picky about airlines.  I’m usually just so happy to be going somewhere and that flight for humans even exists at all that you could put me in a trashcan with wings and I’d be fine if I had a window seat.

Yet even I Of The Untrained Eye couldn’t help but notice how awesome the airlines in Asia were.  I’ve heard tell of some gnarly ones, and had the great misfortune of flying Air India where the plane was filthy, run down, reeked of curry and the guy next to me spent the entire flight picking his toenails, but when I flew All Nippan Air, Air Asia and Vietnam Airlines, all three had me raised eyebrowed and frowning with pleasant surprisetry.

They all handed out fresh, hot towels, had clean and fancy planes, great food when they served it, plenty of leg room, reasonable prices, sweet crew members and arrived and took off when they said they would.

But the most notable perk came via Air Asia in the form of their sassy and stylie stewardesses.  Every single solitary one of them looked like she’d just put down her pink guitar and taken a break from her all-girl pop band to come hand me a neck pillow.

It was like hanging out backstage at a Josie and the Pussycats concert.  It was rad.