Had a whirlwind trip this week. On Tuesday, I flew to Houston to speak at an event called Discovery at the Humble Area’s First Baptist Church. The event started at 7, and I had to catch a flight at 9:30 out of Houston to Ontario, CA, to be on the campus of California Baptist University on Wednesday. It was a 3 and a half hour flight from Houston to California, arriving there about 1 am central time.
So I was overjoyed when I got to the airport and the ticket lady told me my ticket, for some unknown reason, had been upgraded to first class.
For the first time ever, I flew first class, and let me tell you, first class it was.
So I have composed a list below of what you might have heard, had you been able to read my thoughts during those late night hours:
Wow. If I sit with my back against this chair, I couldn’t even spit and hit the seat in front of me. How luxurious!
A hot towel? Yes, I think I would find that refreshing.
Yes, please, close that divider between me and the serfs in the back.
Wow. So you don’t have to pay for alcohol in this section of the plane? Apparently not, cause this dude has drank an entire bottle of wine. But he’s sitting so far away from me there’s no way he can splatter on me when he vomits.
Excuse me? Did you just ask me if I would like a cold plate with summer sausage and cheese? Did Gandalf have a beard? I’ll take two.
What’s this? A free headset so I can fully enjoy The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 on the way? Marvelous.