Originally Posted by AviationMoose

"It may be an hour delay." she says dripping with sorrow.

I spot the bottle of Dom in her hand.

"I understand." I say, trying my best to keep a straight face.

An hour passes in the blink of an eye. Bottle #1 is gone. I'm the only passenger drinking.

The F purser appears before me.

"Mr. Macabus," he says with grave consternation. "It seems there are very strong headwinds to Narita."

I envision a tropical waterfall filled with with Champagne. He does not disappoint.