Dear
Ryanair,
No, I don’t
want you to hawk calling cards throughout the entire flight.
No, I don’t
want Giorgio Armani or Calvin Klein perfume.
No, I don’t
want an allegedly sexy charity calendar of the Ryanair crew (I peaked at the
cover as the cart rolled by, and I wasn’t impressed).
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| This is not an image from the calendar, unfortunately (or fortunately) for you. Source |
No, I don’t
want overpriced cognac, even if I do get one free with the purchase of another.
And no,
fellow Ryanair passengers, I don’t want you to clap when we arrive. Our safe
landing should be treated as an expectation, not a victory.
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| Source |
I just want
to sit in my tiny seat and try to enjoy what’s sure to be an unenjoyable
journey.
But no,
Ryanair, I will not stop using you, given your ridiculously cheap prices and
stripped-down service.
So I guess
I’m just a whiny blogger with a problem I refuse to fix.
See you soon,
Teresa
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