Last week it was my hope and dream that Air France would upgrade my ticket at the airport, lifting me out of the depths of steerage and placing me in the comfort of business class. I got to the airport early and found out that they might indeed need my seat for the early flight.
They called for boarding and a Saudi woman jumped up and cut in front of me, handing the attendant 11 passports for her rather large family and their Philippine slave girl. This wasted some time as various family members wandered back and forth between the jetway and waiting area, the kids both playing and fighting. The staff finally matched tickets and passports to passengers and the rest of us were able to board.
As I walked down the jetway the attendant came running, yelling "Mister Canine! Mister Canine!". She grabbed my boarding pass and scribbled a new seat number. "You've been upgraded," she said, beaming.
That'll teach me.
x-posted from da blog.