They sleep well, they eat well, and they fly well too. And they don't appreciate the people who clean up after them. The plane looks like a gang of teenaged chimps had a weekend keg party in it. Chips ground into the carpet, half eaten hot dogs (with mustard still on them) stuffed into the seat pockets, stuff that I don't even want to know what it is/was dried up and stuck to the window. And the unmistakable smell of hockey player piss. I don't know what they feed those guys, but DAMN!

And do they ever take a minute out of their day to say "Hey, thanks for cleaning up all of our shit. Here's a comp ticket to our next game."
No.
Jerks.