A Third Elephant’s Tale
While waiting to board my recent flight, I sat amazed by the number of passenger classifications who were welcomed onto the plane before me. By the time they got to calling the Basic Economy group, I got a sense of what the Steerage class must have felt like on the “Titanic”. “Sapphire Perks Members! Come on down! May we rub special lotion on your dry, back skin?” “Knights of Serbia, enter!” called the flight crew in unison, holding up the heart-sign with their hands. “Emotional support animals? COME!” “Bueller?” The airline kisses up to its elite customers, thanking them way too many times for flying with them. I watched a flight attendant divide the entrance way into 2 separate lanes, so that the special passengers could walk down a special path and not co-mingle with a line meant only for substandard customers. Was the carpet puffier on that side of the room? I’ll never know. “Who wants to sit on the plane longer tha...