Hmmmm

I think I'm starting to get the idea.
It is sort of like the service you get when you're a welcome guest in someone's home rather than just another customer in a bank queue.

Actually I think I'm already addicted. I have a nice cafe (Cafe Romano in Boronia, Melbourne)not far from home that I visit each Saturday. Apart from the food being very good and relatively cheap, the Romanian cafe owner and his staff are exceptionally pleasant, friendly and attentive. They keep asking how my wife is doing which is really nice. Naturally I make every effort to visit there when I'm hungry and out shopping.

So flying first class is sort of like this cafe with wings.

Sounds nice... and addictive...

Now I just have to find a domestic first class airline that gives neckrubs... come to think of it I just have to find a domestic first class airline!

cheers Peter





[This message has been edited by ffhound (edited 08-06-2000).]