The Universe Speaks to Jumby (part one)

Word has come in from my own little Lance Armstrong, this time for the airport lounge at Tokyo International on the first leg of "I heart Vietnam" Prix de Nations (no need to copyright it). The Universe has spoken and he has listened. (Of course to people who don't know my Beloved, this story will seem trite beyond words, but for those who do and who realize what a completely obsessive compulsive freak he is about reclining seats on airplanes -- he changed his flight to go via Tokyo and Bangkok for God's sake, just so that he could have a goddamn horizontal recliner-- this should make the sweet bells in your Temples ring. Witness:

Baby, You are going to love this. I get on the plane and have one of those suite kind of seats - not great, but not horrible either. We take off and I start to settle in when I realize my seat does NOT work at all. Nothing, it will not recline or move at all! I thought it is some kind of test, that I need to not get all upset and be zen about it so that my vacation is off to a good start. The flight attendants are all over it trying to make it work and apologizing to me, I tell them it is not their fault but I cannot believe maintenance does not check this stuff. They apologize some more. Finally the plan is that when I want to sleep, I will move upstairs to a business class seat and the employee occupying that seat will move down to my non-reclining
seat. Doesn't that sound great?
I stay there, eat my meal and keep trying the buttons when, miraculously it starts to work. Funny thing is it began to work just as I had almost completely forgotten about it and was just trying to have a nice time. So I passed the test!
I will try to write you again from Bangkok or at the latest from Hanoi.
I love you.
-- J