Yea that’s me. I am flying quantas first class en route across the Atlantic. All you disgusting flyover trash will never know the utter euphoria of being treated as a valid member of the aristocracy by those who surround you. It is the same joy my ancestors felt in their ornate carriage when they rode past Lutheran peasant trash beggars walking in the mud. The lounge is where it all goes down. Free sodas, free sammies, and the fastest WiFi you could ever imagine. Imagine not being the first to board and the first to disembark. Imagine having a “carryon” you might as well carry a bbc dildo onto the plane for what it’s worth because the embarrassment is the same. I enjoy watching the vile swine pass my row. Every last one of the pigs I look in their eyes and they don’t dare to more than glance at me before averting their gaze from my piercing blue eyes. They know better than to glare at their superior. as I could easily trip them as they shuffle past in their stinky crocs and get away with it. The stewardesses don’t care about the swine and prefer to chat up the rich and interesting elite in the first class cabin and will gladly take my side if an altercation we’re to occur.