Service: I ask Gary the purser if our flight leaving Las Vegas is full of unhappy people.
"You're a student of human nature," says Gary. "But certainly, the passengers coming into Vegas seem happier than the ones going out."
Gary's a top man.
How full: 100 per cent.
Fellow passengers: There was a Kiwi seated in the row ahead of me. While boarding, I slyly eavesdropped as he explained something about his business and something about Christchurch to the guy seated next to him.
Across the aisle from me, a wiry fella who looked like he might someday be known by his first, middle and last name was reading Principles of Personal Defense, by Jeff Cooper.
Sample quote: "This booklet was not written for cowards." Count me out then, bruv.
Food and drink: Pretzels to harden your arteries and cans of soda to bring on obesity.
Anything else costs cash money.
Airport experience: Las Vegas' McCarran International Airport is a short drive from Sin City central, though there's a bit of a hike once you've dropped off your rental car.
It was here that Haley Joel Osment (the kid from The Sixth Sense) got into a spot of bother after not being allowed on board his flight following last week's Super Bowl. A flight was missed, a celebrity was bumped from a stand-by list, rude things were said, police were called.
He couldn't ghost his way on to the flight.
