Virgin Airlines already has a decidedly nightclub feel to it, but Sir Richard Branson and those crazy kids at Virgin are here to help you get lucky/annoy the fuck out of your fellow passengers. With the new seat-to-seat delivery feature, you can send a drink to the baby in 21C who won’t stop crying (or more likely, some dude who catches your eye, but let’s face it: that parent/child needs a drink way more).
I rarely fly Virgin and this does not increase the chance that I will any time in the near future, but let’s give them a round of applause for making award pick-ups in bars now a part of airline travel. When they start serving ecstasy and Rohypnol instead of pretzels, the transformation will be complete.
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