Nobody even shined my shoes

For reasons that aren't especially clear, it was cheaper yesterday for me to fly first class from Ft. Lauderdale to Boston than it was to fly coach. So, I had a ticket for seat 2C, along the aisle in that treasured little section. I figured I'd take advantage of what amenities there are in first class, so I boarded first and then, despite not really wanting it, ordered a glass of wine. (See above.) Then to complete this picture of class relocation, I took out my copy of the New York Times Sunday Magazine and watched as the peasants in coach filed through, on their way to smaller chairs. Ah, yes, it was the life.

But apparently, it wasn't the life for the people behind me. They were a chatty woman and a bald, red-faced man who kept talking about how much he travels. She asked our flight attendant if there would be a meal on the flight, was told no, sorry, just snacks and drinks, and then she turned to the man:

Woman: First class is kind of like --
Man: Bullshit.
Woman: Right, exactly.
Man: Not like it used to be.

Oh, woe is us pampered class! Woe is us!

Posted by Jason Feifer at November 27, 2006 08:27 AM