…my airline miles on a first class ticket as a birthday present. After all, I had been getting almost daily emails for several years about the grand uses of my miles.
I’ll spare you (and myself) recounting everything, but it was a kind of bitter joke, from the cracked leather seats to the limp lettuce and canned soup. (In a desperate bid for better food I asked for a diabetic meal and was told they didn’t do special meals any more.) The best part was flying home economy class (having used up all my miles just getting from California to NY State) with extra legroom — and I paid $$ extra for it every time the damn airplane hit another airport.
After I got home I went to the local Chase bank and had a human being disengage me from the mileage membership thingy (Chase Visa). When asked why, I told the nice human in detail and they took notes into the computer.
In any case, as I used to tell my non-travelling husband every time he tried to point me toward a cheap flight, the actual airfare is whatever you get when you add every fee onto the advertised special. Do you, a passenger over 6ft, want to travel without your knees hitting your chin? $$. Do you, a 5’4” woman with an arthritic knee, not want to be in agony? $$. Would you like to be able to exit your seat for the lavatory without stomping on your fellow passengers and falling in their laps? $$. Would you, an adult, like to wear something when you arrive besides whatever it was you wore on the flight? $$
When I was a kid, the evening news used to be sponsored by Pan Am, and Cronkite or whoever it was used to sign off with, “Good night and good flying.”
Happy flying to you. 
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