No ice on the plane? Check. No lemon or lime wedges? Check. No club soda, just seltzer water that was evidently stacked out on the tarmac in the sun for a couple of hours? Check.
Fine living on United Express (a/k/a Mesa Airlines). At least the stewardess was appropriately apologetic. (“How could the airport be out of ice?!”)
Well, actually, maybe they could — the McDonald’s at beautiful Manchester Airport was out of burgers and quarter-pounders, too. They were out of burgers, fergoshsakes.
Still … it was … well, it was actually pretty funny. “I’m sorry, we’re out of ice.” “Oh, I’m sorry, we don’t have any lemon or lime.” “Um, I checked, and we don’t have any club soda. Is seltzer water okay?” Isn’t that the point where you offer to comp the passenger some wine? If I threaten to talk about it on my blog, will that make a difference?