Flying down to Florida the other day, 2 notable events occurred:
1) Somewhere over North Carolina I hit Platinum status on Continental for the first time ever. Yay me.
2) I was upgraded, but my wife (nor my children) was not. When I saw the upgrade go through, I told Susan that she could have the seat (lest I appear to be a gentleman, 10 years ago – the only other time this has happened to us – I took the upgrade and she sat in the back. We were not yet married, and I cannot imagine why she married me after I allowed that to happen. I also can’t imagine why I would have sat up front on that America West flight while she sat in coach. Live and learn, I guess…)
Susan protested, and said she would sit in the back with the kids, but I insisted (in no small part because we had friends on the flight and if they saw me sitting in the front with Susan in the back with the children, I would be thought a bigger schmuck than I already am). Susan relented and took 1E. We told the girls that they’d be sitting with daddy, which I consider to be a prize unto itself. They did not consider themselves to lucky. Sage went bananas, screaming that mommy is more fun, etc, that I suck (in so many words), and that her vacation has now been ruined by my presence sitting next to her. Scarlett was a bit more stoic about the whole thing (“Mommy better be sitting with us on the way home.”)
I received the upgrade for our flight tomorrow, and it looks like I’ll be taking the seat up front (unless 1 of the girls is also upgraded as my companion), if only to appease my children, since spending 2 1/2 hours with them on a plane is apparently the worst thing that’s ever happened to them (I swear I let them have whatever crap they wanted out of the Giant Bag O’ Crap ™ we brought with us).
So, I thought I’d ask today’s poll question: