My only experience of business class was when I was working for a medical testing company and I was returning from Boston to Heathrow. There I was, amongst people for whom the cost of Business Class was a normal expense which I could never justify. I appreciated the seat which almost converted into a bed, the individual choice of films to watch, and the bag of goodies provided. I had a problem with the passengers on both sides of my seat. One lady tried to hold a conversation “she was flying to Italy to adjudicate in a request by two nephews for money from a Trust Fund and that she was one of three relatives charged with managing the fund”. I politely asked if it took a lot of time and effort to reach such a decision (this was 1998 before air miles and carbon capture became important considerations in air travel). I cannot remember if she answered my question as the conversation was closed immediately. The male on the other side of me looked at my £400 M&S suit and decided that I had sneaked in from economy class and ignored me throughout.
Very amusing, and painfully close to the truth! My best ever flight however was St. Martin to Paris in elizé class in 1999, which I had booked at the expense of the boat - only a few quid more than cattle class. Elisé was upstairs on a 747, and that was very exciting! Unfortunately, the boat guests I’d had aboard immediately prior, were very good friends of the yacht’s owner. I realised too late, as I sailed past them in my “privileged queue”, (which wasn’t even a queue) trying to be invisible, whilst last-week’s guests locked their beady eyes on their erstwhile skipper, lording it with the nobs up front. I don’t think the yacht’s owners ever forgave me after they were (inevitably) told the story!
My only experience of business class was when I was working for a medical testing company and I was returning from Boston to Heathrow. There I was, amongst people for whom the cost of Business Class was a normal expense which I could never justify. I appreciated the seat which almost converted into a bed, the individual choice of films to watch, and the bag of goodies provided. I had a problem with the passengers on both sides of my seat. One lady tried to hold a conversation “she was flying to Italy to adjudicate in a request by two nephews for money from a Trust Fund and that she was one of three relatives charged with managing the fund”. I politely asked if it took a lot of time and effort to reach such a decision (this was 1998 before air miles and carbon capture became important considerations in air travel). I cannot remember if she answered my question as the conversation was closed immediately. The male on the other side of me looked at my £400 M&S suit and decided that I had sneaked in from economy class and ignored me throughout.
Very amusing, and painfully close to the truth! My best ever flight however was St. Martin to Paris in elizé class in 1999, which I had booked at the expense of the boat - only a few quid more than cattle class. Elisé was upstairs on a 747, and that was very exciting! Unfortunately, the boat guests I’d had aboard immediately prior, were very good friends of the yacht’s owner. I realised too late, as I sailed past them in my “privileged queue”, (which wasn’t even a queue) trying to be invisible, whilst last-week’s guests locked their beady eyes on their erstwhile skipper, lording it with the nobs up front. I don’t think the yacht’s owners ever forgave me after they were (inevitably) told the story!