My One Wish briefly came true. I had no idea we had two seats in Business Class on our recent flight to New York until I looked at my ticket, looked at the seat number, looked again at my ticket and again at the seat number. Was it a mistake? Was the upgrade intended? Why hadn't I received any brandish accolades from American Airlines announcing my customer loyalty to be so commendable as to be worthy of a class upgrade?
Just look at those fluffy comforters and standard size (as opposed to cereal box size) pillows with cotton (as opposed to scratchy, disposable, non-woven) pillow cases. See how the seat almost fully reclines and a convenient foot-rest reduces the pesky risk of deep vein thrombosis, a.k.a. "econony-class syndrome".
Dilemna: only two of our seats were in Business Class and there were three of us flying to New York. Obviously one would belong to me (momma's gotta have her rest), but would my husband or my son enjoy the luxury of a double arm rest, bountiful legroom, warm lunch, and a freshly-baked chocolate chip cookie served with a smile by an attentive flight attendant?
My kind and generous husband surrendered the seat to my 13 year old son so he could gain the experience and - I think - to hopefully motivate him to financially succeed in life in order to afford a little luxury once in awhile. It might have worked. Every time the flight attendant offered us something to eat my son would ask, "Is it free?" and the steward would say, "Of course!" to which my son would exclaim, "Cool!" The deal was clinched for sure though when said flight attendant brought my son a Galaxy Tab for the duration of the flight. For free. Loaded with video games, TV shows, music, podcasts, and over 70 movies. "Cool!" was then the exclamation from me, as I nested into my soft comforter, reclined my seat, and went to sleep.