Their seats don't recline properly, they give you a choice of 'chicken sausage' or seafood for breakfast (mmm) and they sit you next to an 8ft spiderman who snores and farts the whole way and snakes his spider legs so far into your space that you have to try and bend yours up onto the food tray to get remotely comfortable before you inhale another mouthful of spiderman farts.
At least i got a good pedicure in Hong Kong. You gotta love those hard-working little Asian hands.
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