Andy and I got on a plane this morning in North Carolia, winding down our whirlwind website trip. Got lots done, but only managed a meager 6 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours, with 2 of those on a plane, which shouldn’t even count. So we’re basically walking zombies, to say the least.
Anyhow, as we waiting in the lengthy lines at the ticket counter this morning, we watched a guy cut to the front of the line. He had “Elite Status” on Continental – basically it meant he was allowed to cut in front of the 40 of us lowly regular people, board the plane first, and sip wine in seats that are the size of a love seat. That, after a nice private lounge, free wireless and probably a foot massage or something. Must be rough!
I think an airport is one of the few places the caste system still exists.
I want to be Elite, too! Freedom!