Hell is other people . . . on a Ryanair flight.
I dislike flying with Ryanair intently. The entire process is unpleasant — from booking on the website to the flight itself.
The ghastly advert-ridden livery offends me. Their insistence on playing Eine kleine Nachtmusik on loop in a vain attempt to inject a modicum of class while waiting to taxi to the runway drives me mad. Then there’s the near-constant sales push and finally the cringeworthy recorded cheer for landing on time. I almost feel embarrassed for the crew. I’m usually a stickler for punctuality but on each and every Ryanair journey I actually hope our arrival will be delayed just to avoid hearing the self-congratulatory fanfare but the padded flight times render my wants moot.