Icelandair is a cool airline. In addition to a canneloni-like substance for the inflight meal, every seat has a personal entertainment system. After I’d watched 4 episodes of the simpsons–(which, by the way, perfectly mirrors shaquille oneal’s career path at this point–more than a decade of consistent dominance followed by a shocking decline and potentially irreparable legacy damage)–I chose to fill out a brief survey about my flight. The highlight: this brilliantly-worded question about how fantastic icelandair is.

This would make an awesome first date question: imagine a dude who’s perfect in every way, a shimmering beacon of manliness carved out of granite. Based on you knowing me for 2 hours, how near or far do I come to fulfilling your every fantasy?

They left out the option “I would sell my firstborn to portuguese slave traders if it meant my gaze could linger on your inflight entertainment system for but 5 minutes longer.”