Actually, the planes are terrific, big cushy 1st class seats in coach, nice people etc.

But towards the end of every flight: They. Bake. Chocolate. Chip. Cookies.

On board. So the whole plane fills up with the scrumptious aroma of fresh baked goodness. And then they start handing them out. By the handful.

Evil, I tell you. Pure evil.

So far, I have not succumbed (yay me!) but boy was it tough.