It’s business time, please
I love travelling and am grateful to have had so many opportunities to do so. It would be nice to win lotto, so I could do it a bit more often.
What would be even nicer would be to be able to afford to travel business class every time.
The perks leading up to that plush business class seat are just as welcome.
Priority for check-in and security is always a bonus before wandering off to the business class lounge. Free food, free drinks, free WIFI, free TV, computers — beats a toasted sandwich that costs as much as your travel insurance.
I love that feeling of superiority when the call goes out for “business class” passengers and you glance smugly at those in the economy line.
Not sure why, as you all end up in the same tunnel leading onto the same plane.
The difference is obvious once you board though. You can actually fit your bum on your seat (well I could last time, hope it doesn’t expand too much), you can stretch your legs out all the way and best of all, you don’t have to literally rub elbows with the person next to you.
Now my experience of business class flights is very limited, and all have been in Australia. I had one flight where I purchased an upgrade with my frequent flyer points, so I could get some sleep during the midnight flight.
By the time I figured out how to make my seat into a bed, realised that the TV was a touch screen, so every time I rolled over I turned it on, and actually got to sleep, I was woken up by the cabin staff offering breakfast.
Given the time we departed and the time difference in the east I don’t think I really got value for money from my upgrade that time.
Flying business class overseas would be a whole new ball game. I can just see myself sitting back in my own little cubicle, with wait staff on hand, magazines and movies on tap and a very glamorous sleep suit to slip into at bed time. Something tells me this is the life I was born to. It’s the destination that counts, not how you get there. But an upgrade, just once, would be nice. Please!