OK – I am in for that. I will just sit here at my desk and close my eyes and pretend…..
I am at the airport. I am in the first class lounge because – well Darling isn’t that just what you do when you travel? Of course. As I sit there sipping my complimentary champagne I wonder if I will be able to get some sleep on the flight and whether my private appointment at Louis Vuitton in Paris will yield a new handbag or two. I do hope the Concierge at Hotel George V has remembered my preference for a feather pillow with satin cover. As I sit there worrying about all of these little details, the First Class lounge attendant comes over very quietly and says to me “I am so sorry to disturb you Madam but first class is now boarding.”
I sigh heavily and leave my half glass of champagne winking at me on the marble table and gather up my assortment of hand luggage. At least I can get straight onto the plane and get myself settled in. I get to the desk and the special check in line for first class goes smoothly and before I know it I find myself settled down in a very comfortable seat – almost a suite really – in the first class cabin while the flight attendant (a rather handsome young man) fusses over me and gets me some fresh champagne and a small plate of almonds.
I do hate it when I fly first class on a seat where the economy class passengers pass by so I am especially pleased when I see that my seat is located right towards the front of the plane and I won’t need to be the object of envy while people with oversized backpacks and crying children pass my seat.
The meal is delicious – for a plane that is – nicely served and piping hot with a good selection of white and red wines. The only problem is my fellow passenger who keeps taking selfies of EVERYTHING – his seat, his food, his glass of champagne. He is so excited because he got upgraded – never flown first class before. I know…. can you believe it Darling? I mean really? How does one get around this world sitting in the back. Oh, I shudder to think.
Suddenly there is a loud PING …. what the heck?
I look up and realise that I have nodded off at my desk. The damn computer is pinging at me trying to get my attention like a dog begging for a treat. Oh, what now? I ask it grumpily as I remember vestiges of my dream and how the reality of my plane travel is usually in the middle seat in economy. Ah well – that’s what dreams are for I say to myself as I open up my email and steel myself for another round of airline cancellation updates.
But wait – the gods are kind – a sweet little email came fluttering down and landed in my inbox….
“Thank you for all your courteous and professional assistance working through this with us.”
My day is made!