Half way through the flight to Gay Paris (Paris is the gayest thing I've seen... and I've seen two men shagging) I awoke with hands itchier than than the Singing Detectives balls.
"Ouch" I thought and went back to sleep.
This morning I looked at my hands and I'm covered in bites. So not only did they fail to provide a plane at the specified time, fail to entertain me, wake me twice to ask whether I REALLY wanted not to be woken for meals then feed slop disguised as said meals but they also failed to clear up their 'infestation' problem.
Sacre Merde!
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