My eyes scan the numbers above the seats. 25K, that is mine. I put my bag in the overhead compartment, sit down and try to settle in. When I first started to fly for work, a few years ago, it was exciting to be jetting around as a twenty-year-old. Now it is just a drag. A woman takes the isle-seat next to me. She is wearing comfy shoes, stretch denim and a blue and white striped shirt. She looks about forty. It is clear s...