I aspire to be intelligent with moments of genius.
So far, I have managed awkward with moments of competence.
Licking My Knees
Spirit Air. Budget, budget travel. The seats are leather, cracked and dirty. Water is 3 dollars. My knees are touching the seat in front of me. The ad on the back of my tray table offers perhaps the only solace - a beat up point of view photo of kayaking in the cool green waters of the Bahamas.
I didn't pay 5 dollars per leg to select a seat ahead of time. I didn't pay 10 dollars per leg to sit in the aisle, or 15 to sit in an exit row. You start doing that, and the 50 dollar difference between this fight and the next one up in price evaporates - and you're still on this beat up plane in these beat up seats.
Still missing the feel? Think city bus - and not the circulator or even the newer busses places like LA, PHI, or DC - old ("classic") NY busses.