First Class...All the Way

I just got back from a trip to LA to see The Girl From Texas. It was a great trip. Very relaxing. Lots of shopping and eating and girl stuff. We even did a little bit of the classic Hollywood touristy thing, even though both of us protested that we didn't care to do it. We did.

This trip led to an epiphany. My travel woes would cease to exist if I would just fly first class! I used frequent flier miles for this trip, and they wouldn't let me fly coach on the prime travel days I wanted. So, I shook loose the extra miles to go first class. And, boy! I never again want to go to the back of the bus...er, uh...plane.

First class is great. First class is...well, first class! They treat you like human beings. They feed you. They water you. They give you mixed nuts, all hot and toasty in their own little porcelain cups. Then, they bring you moist, hot towels with which to tidy up prior to bringing your meal tray. There are pillows and blankets right there at your seat. Just waiting for you. But the best part? Why, the other first class passengers, of course.

There are no screaming babies in first class. And nobody talks your ear off. Everybody in First Class is just quiet and polite and minds their own damn business. It's the way it SHOULD be. Nobody tries to impress their seat mate with tales of their last sales coup or their stable of toys. It's just...nice.

It will probably be five or six years before I accumulate enough miles for another first class ticket, as I just don't fly that much these days. But, this week's trip drove home a point that I've always known in my heart. I'm a FIRST CLASS BROAD!