Seat belt fee
I squeeze into the middle seat — no aisle or window premium for me — and drop a quarter into the armrest to pay for the seat belt.
I fasten the buckle, then extend my arms and press my elbows together, drawing in my shoulders in the traditional Egyptian mummy position of middle-seat travelers.
I swipe my debit card on the seat-back reader, and it brings up the host of options for the flight. I select one hour of the reading light, air for the whole flight, two cups of coffee, a cookie and — what the heck, I'll splurge — a pillow made of "eco-friendly, recycled material." It prints out the receipt: $37. Folded over, it becomes the pillow.
