I wonder what is it in coffee (and tea) that makes loo visits more frequent. And come to think of it, I can’t understand why tea and coffee are served at an alarming frequency to airline passengers. The other thing that baffled me, is that even knowing what tea and coffee can do, diuretically (is this even a word?), the airlines seem to turn a blind eye at the fact that there is just not enough loo-boxes inside aeroplanes!
Methinks that the airline people are secretly enjoying themselves, as they watch (or think, or know) how their passengers are lining outside the loo-cubicles crossing and uncrossing their legs, hopping from one foot to another trying to keep it in. Some might even pray to any loo-deity they know so they may reach the loo in time, before they discharge down one leg and spend the rest of their lord-knows-how-long flight in misery.
Because you know they hardly let anybody bring anything in your carry-on luggage anymore these days. One day it might be: 100mL of trousers. What is that? a pair of short pants or a bermuda?
Unless of course, you are in First Class instead of Back-of-the-Class Class, for which one might be expected to pay an arm, a leg and through the nose, or the equivalent thereof. Then, not only will you get your very own loo-box of a slightly larger size and more pleasant mood-/ambient-lighting, you might be allowed to bring whatever hell it is you want in your carry-on. A change of wardrobe, and whatnots. I suspect they might even let you carry your hamster, cat, or possibly a pygmy camel or an endagered tarantula on board.
You might even be allowed shoot your own Snakes on a Plane home video.
Because First Class means you’re special. Surely, a person with one arm, one leg, and a nasal passage connected to one’s wallet is considered special.
