Last weekend I found myself in unfamiliar territory: the first class cabin.
I’ve never been one obsessed with first-class air travel. Not that I’d turn down an upgrade, mind you, but the price seemed steep for what you got. Transportation was just transportation, I always figured. I didn’t care how I got there.
Well, yes, but …
Like most in the front of the plane, I was flying on miles. And these days, as Portfolio.com so colorfully put it, the frequent flier mile has as much value as the Zimbabwean dollar. Inflation is destroying its value. Airlines are upping award levels and limiting seats. For those with sizeable mileage accounts, the psychology has to shift. “Save for a rainy day” is out. It’s now “Use it or lose it.”
For me the premium was minor – an extra 15,000 miles. And I didn't have a choice. No seats were available in coach. First class was the only way I could fly.
So I was almost resentful when I waltzed to the front of the boarding gate line, found my large, cushy, leather seat, and was greeted by a flight attendant, who really seemed to care if I was comfortable. Something about this seemed vaguely familiar, I thought. Then I was given a real meal and real silverware. Later came a hot towel, and a freshly baked chocolate-chip cookie for a pre-landing snack.
It was odd. I was treated like, dare I say, a human.
Then I understood why I was experiencing déjà vu. This is how flying used to be. For everyone. Air travel was a special occasion, and we were treated as such. Our comfort mattered. But today, it’s every traveler for themselves. Bring your own food or buy a stale sandwich. Nothing’s complimentary. Not even a blanket, or life-sustaining water.
First class isn’t really first class, anymore, it seems. It’s what coach used to be. And if you want the bare basics of comfort, you’ll have to pay for them.
What do you think? Is first class worth it? Share your thoughts in the comments below.
Update: It's only getting worse. Today Tripso.com reports that United will begin charging business class passengers for meals.
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