Normally, I would use this as a platform to bitch incessantly about the weather, American Airlines, strange & annoying people, etc.  Today however – after a two and half hour delay due to the bottom falling out of the sky – I find myself sitting in the Admiral’s Club at DFW Airport.  My traveling buddy for this trip is a Platinum flier and not only got us put in First Class, but also let me tag along up here where the “fancy” folks hang out whilst awaiting their giant flying germ-tube.

The beauty in all this is that I am not sitting “down there” with all of the commoners in a matching seat, watching people scurrying by.  I’m sitting in a nice red, leather chair with my feet propped up on a granite table, drinking a cup of pretty damn good coffee and enjoying a free continental breakfast.  The bathrooms are clean, there is no one around me other than Stacey, and it is almost quietly peaceful.

The ugly part is…. that I am going to have to go back “down there” the next time I travel (because I am not one of the elite, but more like one of those birds that rides on cows), and I don’t want to.  Ever.  Crikey – we haven’t even gotten on the plane yet.  I can’t even imagine what that will be like – well, yeah I can.  I will enjoy a big, fat, leather seat, a blanket, and a flight attendant that actually has to pretend (whether they like it or not) that they enjoy their job.

Y’all know I can equate almost every day of my life to a Seinfeld episode, right?  This brings to mind when there were only two seats left on the plane – one in first class and one in coach.  Jerry immediately took 1st and Elaine was mad.  He asked her “have you ever sat in first class?”, to which her reply was “no!”.  He then followed up with “well I have, and I’m not sittin’ back there!”….  This isn’t good, y’all.

I’ve always prided myself on being one of those girls who wasn’t specifically looking for a “rich man”.  Perhaps, I will change my M.O. now that I know what’s on the other side of the curtain.

Signed ~

Suffering @ DFW