A no Class in first Class

I was getting all cozied up in my roomy seat, pillow and blanket perfectly tucked and positioned. My People Magazine lay in my lap begging for perusal, a guilty pleasure reserved for long trips only. I was sipping on a complimentary beverage and thinking how wonderful it is to be upgraded even if it means cashing in all those flyer miles my husband has accumulated. Hardly a fair trade for the times he had to spend the night away from home in another city, but balancing the scales somewhat when we get to fly some place fun, together, sometimes in first class.

There was a woman a couple of rows in front of me who had somehow managed to down 2 free cocktails and was hailing the flight attendant for another. I had noticed her before, in fact, I am pretty sure everyone else had too. She was that person who wants everyone to hear every word of her every conversation. I rolled my eyes at my husband and tried not to judge. But just so you know, she is the one whom you pray you don’t have to sit near on a long flight.

Overpriced seats on a plane are discretely segregated from their cheap seats companions by a curtain which is sometimes held open by velcro ties. The curtain now fell in full splendor across the divide, the ties having been released. A woman from behind the ivory curtain brushed past me with her young daughter on their way to the bathroom.

Loudmouth, obnoxious, inebriated woman began to rail against the visiting intruder saying, “This bathroom is for first class passengers only. Your bathroom is in the back of the plane. Someone check her ticket.”

There was an uncomfortable silence in the cabin as the stunned mother placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulders and gently turned her around. With flushed face, lowered eyes and stooped demeanor they walked back to their proper place.

A few minutes later, that same mother and child returned. The mother, fully recovered from the unexpected personal assault, marched with her head held high straight for the first class toilet. She stopped at the abrasive woman’s seat, looked her square in the eye and stated in a clear, measured voice, “Nobody is going to tell my daughter that she doesn’t belong in a first class bathroom.”

I was bursting with silent applause and admiration as they proceeded to use the facilities and exit with the triumphant stride of self-respect. The offensive woman, not about to be outdone, had to have the last word. “That’s what happens when you have a no Class in first Class!”

12 thoughts on “A no Class in first Class

  1. That woman certainly showed her “class” didn’t she? Sheesh! Our son-in-law upgraded our tickets to visit them in Illinois this fall. We’re looking forward to it. I hope we don’t run into anybody like your cabin mate. Wow…

  2. I wish I were brave enough to have stood up and said, “the girl can take my turn”, but we always think of these retorts after the fact. Kudo’s to the mom.

  3. Coni Johnston

    Well, I guess we know who the “NO Class” is. I would not have gotten in an exchange by any means with “no class”, but I certainly would have given the mom a hearty round of applause!

  4. Grandma Kc

    I thought the No Class in First Class she was talking about was herself! Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to go out in public and I’m sure the drinking helped!

  5. I would have been all eyes and ears and may not have been able to keep my applause silent. What courage for that mom to show her daughter. Wow!

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