Thai Goes...To the Wonders of Business Class
Thai Goes is an ongoing journal from my two-week Doctor of Ministry residency in Chiang Mai, Thailand, in January. The focus of the learning cohort was to experience and study the intersections of faith and global development.
8.58 p.m. on Thursday, January 9th. I get pulled aside right before boarding Etihad Airways Flight No. EY130, Washington D.C. to Abu Dhabi.
9.07 p.m. I locate my seat in the Business Class (see: above).
I've been upgraded. It's a moment of divine/human grace where everyone becomes a believer.
Sitting in the Business Class of an international flight, by the way, is not a bad way to kill 13 hours in the sky. Except, the remote control device for the oversize media console appears to rival the pilot's controls in terms of complexity. I'm close enough; I could just ask the pilot.
3 > 2 is the kind of math I actually prefer. And there are three seating positions, as in: positions to adjust one's seat. Three, not two. Like where the other people are sitting. "Upright, relax, bed." The frightening warning reads: "Before moving into bed position, put feet on footrest to avoid entrapment." But if this is entrapment, I don't wanna be free.
Sometime later, I get served pan-seared scallops on a grilled polenta bed with asparagus on the side in a cream sauce. Yeah. So picture this: I eat my scallops on a polenta bed while switching my seat to the bed position and adjusting the tilt just right. Because I can. Also, because I've finally figured out how to do it.
Under "Films," I find Sophia Copolla's Lost in Translation in the Rewind section. Its melancholy and disillusioned atmosphere provides the perfect juxtaposition to my sanguine sense that I am absolutely personally fulfilled by the fact that there are two settings for the massage built into my seat's controls: in waves, or in a particular spot. "In waves," I say to myself, looking around. "Keep it coming in waves."
In the morning I ask for coffee way before those other people in the back are officially allowed to. And each time I ask for a refill, the coffee comes accompanied by a piece of Ghirardelli chocolate called "Creamy Devotion." It's really hard not to smile. Of course I'm devoted.