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No CH for us as we're lowly Ag members flying economy on this leg! T3 was relatively pleasant and we whiled away the wait chatting and enjoying snacks from Pret.
When called for boarding the gate was very empty, and everyone was allowed to board at the same time, which was quite confusing. Upon boarding the aircraft we realised Y was less than half full. We'd selected two seats at the side of the plane (aisle and middle, 40H and 40J) and ended up with a gentleman sitting in the window seat next to us. Everyone else started to spread out due to the excess space and we decided we'd ask if we could, too. One guy moved from his seat to an exit row seat in front of us (without asking) sitting in front of the very tall guy next to me. When our neighbour asked if he could also sit in an exit row seat with more room, he was rebuffed by CC and told he'd have to pay. We did not point out that the person in front had not paid for his seat. By this point everyone else had spread out without asking, leaving the three of us cramped together as we were too English and all thought it best to enquire politely first, rather than just move ourselves. Lesson learned! To add insult to injury, the guy who'd moved to the exit row seat in front of the gentleman sitting next to me was a very inconsiderate recliner (please note, I have no issue with reclining, but do think it good manners and good safety practice to be upright at least when it is required, i.e. during take off and landing). He reclined fully just as we were about to taxi and was told to put his seat back upright by CC. As soon as the CC had taken a seat, he reclined fully all the way again and stayed like that throughout taxi, take off and up until the first meal was served, when CC asked him to put his seat up for the meal service (he again reclined as soon as CC moved on). I felt so bad for the guy next to us as he was very tall and had long legs. Fortunately I don't take up too much room in a seat, so he was able to sort of encroach on my seat space a bit (not a problem, I am fairly easy going as long as whoever is sitting by me is polite and friendly!) in order to sit somewhat comfortably. I did wonder why he didn't move to a seat without someone sitting in front of him (as it would have been much easier for him, as a single traveller, to find a more comfortable seat, than for us, travelling as a couple, to do so), but perhaps he was worried about offending us!
The food was ordinary; my OH opted for the beef and I got the vegetarian option, a rather pungent mushroom pasta which was edible but I've definitely had better meals in Y! The dessert was a little mango and passion fruit flavoured Gu pot (I think), which was quite tasty. I drank a lot of water and slept intermittently. OH was not so lucky and hardly slept at all. We arrived in good time at JFK and were off the plane relatively quickly as we'd selected seats close to the front. A member of CC complimented my coat while we were waiting to disembark and we had a nice chat about fashion! Overall CC were exceptionally friendly, the lady who looked after us for much of the flight always presented with a smile.
As usual, immigration at JFK was a bit of a rigmarole. We followed signs for visitors with returning ESTAs, which ended up in a queue for US citizens, which they then split into other queues. We finally ended up using the electronic devices, OH got through without a problem, but I now look so wildly different from my 2008 passport photo (I'll be renewing my passport soon because of this) that we were then directed to wait to see an immigration officer. This was by far the longest wait and took about 25 minutes despite the line being short. The officer was very friendly but concerned me as she look at my passport photo for a long, long time and told me the differences between the photo and my face were "worrying", which is never good to hear! Usually immigration officers raise an eyebrow at my photo but have a bit of a joke with me about it, but not this lady! She eventually let me through stating that she was "satisfied" that it was me in the photo. Heart rate returning to normal, we went through, got our bags straight away and joined the long line for a cab into NYC.
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