Reflections from a higher plane pt.2
Travel anecdotes and notes
A series of observations, imaginings and happenings on a recent globe spanning flight.
When I travel, which is often, I am fortunate enough to enjoy the comforts of member-only airline lounges. Rather than being evidence of my wealth—a state of which, against my insistence, I am often mistaken—the reality is that traveling the globe—asides from depleting wealth—accrues air miles, sufficient quantities of which bestows privileges like seating upgrades, impressive looking plastic cards, the appearance of wealth (already covered) and lounge membership.
Airline lounges usually exist in the exclusive upper floors of airport departure areas, and are guarded by signs saying "Members only" on the outside, boarding pass checks on the inside. If you are unfamiliar with these refined heights, I can assure you that you are missing very little—I personally can leave the insufferable air of self-styed exclusivity you must dodge to secure the free crackers, a suffocating atmosphere—unlike smoking—yet to be banished. I defiantly wear my trainers and casual traveling clothes in the face of this, the disapproving stare medicine for the remnants of my pride and vanity.
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