Didn't want the flight to end

I guess not many people fly from Osaka to Dubai (UAE) on Sundays; there
were more open seats than passengers on my flight. That meant that I had
34H, along with seats I and J too. Emirates is a great airline with
friendly service, tons of amenities and entertainment. There are large
screens on the back of every seat (which is common for international
flights these days), but they had hundreds of movies, TV shows, whole
CDs, and mostly new releases (I watched Yes Man and Bedtime Stories).
There was also a power outlet for a laptop, not to mention a USB slot if
you wanted to view your pictures on the screen (say, on the way back
from vacation). And since I had 3 seats, that meant I could watch a
movie on one, have flight information displayed on another, and the
third seat was used to pile up all the extra blankets, pillows, empty
wine bottles... :) Apparently we had caught a good tail wind because we
arrived almost an hour early. I reluctantly exited the plane to wait for
my next flight in the airport.

This was in great contrast to my experience on the way from Tokyo to
Osaka. I got to Haneda airport later than I had planned due to a train
delay, so I was literally given the very last seat on the plane--all the
way in the back, a window seat, two people deep. The flight was short,
but I asked for a Sprite when the drink cart came my way. The flight
attendant told me she only had Coke and filled a dentist-sized paper cup
to the brim and passed it over by placing it in the middle of her palm
and presenting it like a peace offering. I took the cup, but as soon as
she removed her hand, the flimsy cup collapsed. I could do nothing more
than pinch my fingers together to keep the cup from plummeting onto the
lap of the girl sitting next to me, but quite a bit of sticky, brown
cola still overflowed and spilled onto her skirt. I let out a gasp and
the flight attendant immediately went into groveling mode, trying to fix
the mess by throwing wet towelettes at it. The wet naps were
surprisingly absorbent though, so I was spared too much shame and my
fellow passengers waved their hands in forgiveness.

Hmm...come to think of it, maybe someone radioed ahead and made sure I
was given my own row on the following flight?!