Tomorrow I fly away. Whether I’m prepared or not, I’ll be getting on that jet plane (or three jet planes, in fact), squeezing myself into my cramped airline seat, flicking through a dog-eared SkyMall and willing away the hours till I arrive in Munich.
Today I went through the stress-inducing process of online check-in and seat selection. Stressful for me, that is – probably not for the general population. It’s just that I can get a little obsessed with the idea of scoring the perfect seat. I understand that no seat in economy is ever going to be comfortable in the usual sense of the word, but there are those few golden spots that promise an extra inch of legroom and, conversely, those that have even less space or – shudder – limited recline. I need to know what I’m in for.
Seatguru.com – the seat-obsessed’s online bible – reckons that 17B (the seat I was assigned automatically) on my particular Swiss International aircraft has less legroom than normal, even though it’s a bulkhead seat. In my experience, bulkhead seats usually have more, so I have decided to take a risk (I like to live dangerously) and stick with that choice. I’ll find out tomorrow how much I’ll regret that decision.
I’m also curious to experience flying with Swiss. No one I’ve spoken to has, so I’m clueless as to what to expect. But I mean, doesn’t Swiss just sound like it’ll be decent? There’s something about the logo, that simple red-and-white cross design, and the clean, modern font that I just appreciate. Plus (according to their website) I get hot towels “just like in business class” before landing and a swiss chocolate on my way out. I’ve got to be honest, I’m pretty excited about that. It might not be like the old days when even in economy you’d be given your own toilet bag with free toothbrush, miniature toothpaste tube, comb and shoe horn (seriously – what was up with the shoe horn? How hard is it to put on your own shoes?) but I’ll take what I can get.