The InFlight Experience

For about a month now, there have been rumors about a mysterious event known as The InFlight Experience. We all got emails asking us to sign up, or we would be signed up at a random time. I am not an organized fellow, so I got signed up. I asked a few folk who had been what it was all about, and no one would tell me. "You'll like it," they all said. A few days ago, I finally got to see what it was all about.
It was held at the building where we went to flight attendant school. But the classroom had been transformed into a spa. Japanese music, candles, massage chairs, and tea and lotion on the tables. Two senior flight attendants explained to the seven girls, one ex-football player, and me, that we dole out good service every day, and so it was our turn to experience good service. It was basically a school day, where we watched videos covering frequently asked questions about procedure (do you serve the hot towels to first class before or after dinner?), except that we got spa treatment. The girls all dug it, and the football player and I just kinda stared at everything until lunch, at which time we both gave up and got a paraffin hand wax thing done. When in Rome, right?
It was a neat experience. And the wax thing managed to de-Chicago my hands.