When my beloved and I fly, we are always in coach. The people in first class NEVER look up as we board the plane. They act busy or sip coffee and cola. They aren’t rude; we are just invisible as we pass by. We usually smile at them as we go through, trying not to hit them in the head with our heavy carry-ons.
But…when travelling home from vacation this summer, our friends surprised us by upgrading our seats to FIRST CLASS! Holy smokes! What an awesome treat! I told one of them I would try my best to be quiet. He smiled sweetly, knowing full well it was unlikely.
The airport announcer — I can’t ever understand — called for first class so I was there in line with my beloved. I had on jean shorts, a Coca Cola shirt and my trusty gray sweatshirt in case there was a chill on the plane. In the mass of people, a well-dressed lady was trying to get around me. She stopped when she saw the ticket in my hand. “Oh! Are you in First Class?!” she asked confused. I told her yes but not usually. I cracked up-inside!
In first class, I was on the front row, the seat on the aisle!!! I had decided to speak to EVERYBODY as they boarded the plane. Nobody had EVER spoken to us. This time, I would change the way it worked! It scared the parents, just so you know. When I spoke to their kids-asking if they had had a good vacation, their Moms and Dads put a protective arm around them and moved them to the other side of the aisle like I had a fungus. They probably thought Ellie Mae Clampett was in the front seat!
After we had taken off, my beloved started breaking out the mixed nuts. (He’s awesome to go on a trip with ‘cause he always has snacks!) Our friend whispered that they would be serving lunch right away. (“Woohoo!” I said in my head. When was the last time you heard somebody say “Woohoo!” in first class?)
When lunch was served, my beloved put on a napkin for a bib. (New shirt.) We had penne pasta with vegetables, a garden salad and turtle cheesecake for dessert. It was all delish! There was sashimi, too, but it was too weird for me. And the Diet Coke-in a real glass-was the best EVER!
One of the greatest things about being in first class, front row …we were right next to the bathrooms! On our flight down, we had wallowed the tiny young woman beside us to go to the restroom. She looked like she might weigh about 90 lbs., soaking wet.
We met some very nice flight attendants. One, from GA, was amazed when my beloved told her our friends had upgraded us to First Class. In conversation, he mentioned that he was a pastor. After talking for a few minutes, tears came to her eyes. She asked us if we could pray for her because of a family problem. I followed her to her cubby and prayed for her right then. (We’ve been emailing since.) Our friends said they knew why God had worked out where our seats were.
Two other flight attendants were from Kentucky. (A silent Woohoo! again. Still trying to be quiet.)
I am amazed each time I fly at technology and how smart people are! Who on earth could figure out how to make a plane do what it does?! When we take off, we seem too heavy and when we land, we’re going too fast to stop! Praise the Lord for everybody involved! I couldn’t even get my first class tray table to work!
Next trip, we’ll be back in coach where we belong.