I know I write a lot about traveling. It does seem that I’m never home. And when I am, memories of my last trip coupled with planning for my next one flood my consciousness. I never thought that I’d be this much of an adventurer, but here I am… packing again. And I’m pretty sure at this point that I have it down to a science.
But due to my lack of flights last year (attributed to a slight pause in my corporate career) my status on my preferred airline out of the New York area has plummeted. And the result of this decreased spend means that this year I will be but a common traveler with nary a complementary push of class coming my way. I still see myself as upgradable material, but the airline feels differently. Alas, I have been relegated to a Plane Jane! They might as well call my section after the basic travelers are invited to board. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Sigh.
This translates into my bag possibly not making it into the coveted overhead compartment and therefore more time at the airport waiting for an involuntarily checked bag. Less legroom. And also my snack choices will be seriously compromised. The impact of these collective downgrades will most certainly affect my excitement about traveling. Big audible sigh.
You know how they say that you never really know how good you have it sometimes until it’s gone? Well, I gotta tell ya that I knew. I knew. And now I will watch in envy while the upper medallion classes prance on board to their comfy seats while smiley greeters usher them on. And I will wait my turn to sit at the back of the cabin saved for average, unremarkable, basic and ordinary Janes like me.
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