I don’t want food or WiFi. I want legroom so I can sleep. I don’t want seatback entertainment. I don’t want a complimentary tea towel, blanket, and neck pillow. I don’t want your stupid cheapo earbuds. I don’t want Tim Tams and that little sachet of Vegemite with my toast. I don’t want your gross instant coffee. I don’t even want a flat white. I don’t care that you have soymilk. And thay muffin you gave me has egg in it. I told you I can’t have egg. I don’t want your little tiny tube of toothpaste with that miniature toothbrush. I don’t want to watch Adam Sandler’s Wedding Singer on that screen you have on the wall in front of the aisle. I want legroom. I want to watch the insides of my eyelids. I hate having to lay my legs sideways for hours and being unable to relax or sleep because I am knees-pressed against the seat in front of me. And that camera on the seat back freaks me out. Why why why. Just let me sleep.

Sorry. I got a bit agitated there.