I’m not saying Hollywood Elsewhere’s flight to Miami-Key West is hugely uncomfortable. I can take it. Nobody sitting in coach expects any longish flight to be pleasurable — you just have to tolerate the experience like a man. It’s just that (a) the wifi that I paid $17 to use is faint (the laptop won’t connect) and moody and basically a gyp, (b) my seat was made for a guy the size of Pee–Wee Herman, (c) the 70something gray-haired guy in front of me has reclined his seat so far back that I can’t use the MacBook Air, (d) the awful Ben–Hur remake is playing on two or three nearby mini-screens, and (e) we’re over Houston with around two hours to go, which is two hours too long as far as my inner impatient teenager is concerned.
