We took a flight last weekend from New York's domestic airport, La Guardia.
The car we booked from TriBeCa to the airport was a pleasant enough ride, and cost a remarkably cheap amount. However, as soon as we checked in and went airside it became apparent how desolate the airport really was.
The departure gates were slung out along a long, lonely corridor, and when it was announced that the flight was delayed by an hour we were faced with eating chicken fingers and mozzarella sticks at a crappy sports bar as there was nothing else even vaguely edible in sight.
Once we were herded onto the flight the food had to be paid for, and the folk in front took great delight in reclining their seats into my knees.
Domestic flights in the US are not a pleasant experience.
And to cap it all, we returned from 90F Miami to be faced by a holding pattern over New York due to none other than snow showers.