On the way to the airport this morning I said to my parents, "I think I'll ask how much an upgrade costs." Cut to the check in counter in Newark where a beaming woman checks me in. It seems ordinary. Boring.
But when she hands me back my pass she starts to giggle. I say, "Thanks a lot." She smiles and then laughs. I wish her a happy new year. She laughs again and beams.
Walking into the terminal I read my pass... is has courtesy scrawled across it in ball point pen blue ink, but has Executive Class in the all important ticket printer area.
Then at the gate... when boarding. She is there! She starts laughing when she recognizes me. I say, "It isn't that funny."
"No, it isn't," she replies.
It is so nice to be home. I had the nicest Christmas, sourrounded by my parents, friends and family. Thank god I didn't linger here in the land of dysfunctional crippled communication.
Bring on the new year... go ahead. I am SO ready. And don't even think about getting in my fucking way, especially you selfish cold fish out there... .
It is now time to upgrade. Word.