When the boarding announcements start, our ears perk up. Passengers needing assistance. Passengers traveling with small children or with players who stand on soft 16. I don't remember hearing all these designations being given priority boarding before first-class passengers back in my coach days, but I suppose the grass is always greener. We finally do get to board before the riff-raff.
First class is nice.
It isn't worth the money, but it's nice. As it turns out, the captain would be glad to harbor that wedding dress in the cockpit. And send a split of champagne to the happy couple. We get a choice , for heaven's sake, at breakfast time. And all that free bottled watter.