Ahhh… there’s nothing quite like business class. Except maybe first class, but let’s take one upgrade at a time. You see, I splurged and spent some miles on a comfy plane ride. It’s not like that cheap nickel & dime outfit I work for would have paid for this.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a free drink and help the 70 year old lady sitting next to me fill out her customs forms. It seems her son is sending her to Buenos Aires for her birthday. And I only mention that to get my Mom’s hopes unreasonably high. But she’s got a few years yet, maybe she’ll forget…