Midwest Express Airlines

A truly exceptional flying experience. One may figure Midwest to be the Jetblue of this region, but I will go further to say that they are the June Cleaver of the United Skies of America!
I hate to fly. The slightest bump on the trip causes me to grip my neighbor in panic (this has won me many a new friend in my air travels).
Imagine, however, there you are. It’s mid-​flight and you’re starting to get antsy, claustrophobic, and know that you need to get off. NOW! You start looking in vain for a method of egress.
Imagine then the scent of freshly-​nuked chocolate chip cookies wafting through the aircraft. If anything can keep you from yanking open those doors to infinity, it’s a freshly «baked» chocolate chip cookie, non?
«No, I’m just having a death hallucination,» you insist to yourself as you sob into your Sky Mall magazine.
No, no, it’s real! You see the angelic flight attendants gliding down the aisle with a basket and some tongs, doling out the cookies. «That must be for first class fliers, Goddamn it.» (you’ve always vowed to some day fly first class, reasoning, if you are in first class you will survive!!! Never mind the fact that this is not the Titanic).
You WILL survive because… those chocolate chip cookies are, in fact, for YOU and your fellow peon travelers sitting in COACH!!!
So, besides the fact that this airline believes in fighting fear with treats, there are seats with a lot of leg room if you grab ‘em up soon enough. I was in a weird seat where I had no one in front of me, as it went from two across to three across. I was mildly anoyed that I wouldn’t have someone’s seat to kick, until I realized I could STRETCH the fuck out and fall into a Benzo stupor after stuffing my face.
My ASS, OTOH, still kind of prefers Jetblue and their seat yoga.