The new airline philosophy of everything-has-its-price became terrifyingly clear to me on a recent flight from Paris to New York. I flew into a panic even before take-off when I couldn’t find the little vomit bag “in the seat-back pocket in front of you.” And it was nowhere to be found; I looked everywhere. Anxious requests for one from the flight attendants were met with quizzical looks and nervous laughter. As I gasped for air while trying to overcome the adrenaline overflow, I glanced at my wife’s red Longchamps bag, then reached for my camera case. No, this isn’t happening. Finally, I settled for the slide-in pocket case of my laptop, and settled back, slowly calming myself, clutching it to my chest, while wondering if there is a business idea here.
