Sitting in soft leather chairs in the Air France Salon at JFK, we find ourselves marveling at how fabulous the lounge is, how much more it offers than the President's Clubs, how it feels like someone has been keeping a big secret from us.
Me: The President's Club doesn't offer salads. Or grilled vegetables.
Her: Or Salmon. Or little bottles of Lemon Olive Oil.
Me: Or French champagne. Or French cheese. Or Perrier.
Her: And they wanted us to call them Freedom Fries.
2 comments:
i have issues with the french, but to take away their fries, that's just not right.
I can't even imagine traveling in this manner! (Me who's afraid to fly in the first place.) I'm so glad you are sharing it all with us.
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