No matter that I’m flying first class…

Or that I’m headed for a make-or-break meeting with partners for my new leisurewear venture.
The Rules of Air Travel still apply:

1. No flight ever leaves on time, unless you happen to be running late.
2. When you’re running late (which I inevitably am) the plane will leave from the furthest gate at the terminal.

As I frantically check my watch, I pray the airline has its usual supply of La Prairie goodies to calm my shredded nerves. And I’ve bought my own selection of La Prairie favourites as back-up. A girl can never have too much in-flight indulgence.
Was that really Last Call? Wonder if anyone’s ever broken the land speed record in stilettos before…