That's right, up front they get coffee in real mugs and employees at least act like they give a shit about you. Viva la revolucion, when the working classes will break through that flimsy curtain and take the real china and free drinks that is rightfully theirs.
J. and I got bumped up to first class, where I drank many a Baily's and coffee out of a real coffee cup and stared out the window, regretting that I don't get to fly more. Then, on our connecting flight, we sat in coach, where we belong, and I felt warm and fuzzy about the fact that I no longer travel for work.
What is the lesson here, children? Booze makes all the difference.
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What the @#(*&$#($&*!? How did you swing that? I am so impressed.
Today I sat with my fat ass crammed into a seat (tray tables in armrest) designed for a woman half my size. One row in front of me was the first class. The 60% empty first class. They did not get mugs though. Just box lunches with applesauce and pretzels.
Where is my Gulfstream 5??
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