I'm not a wimp. Heck, I live in Russia, where the concept of forming an orderly queue died with the breadlines of the late Communist era![]()
Perfectly capable of pushing my way through, but also at an age where I don't find having to do that very dignified.
Morbs... I look back at the grainy film of flying in the 60's and 70's and even the 80's when travelling by air was an enjoyment, and you arrived at your destination fresh as a daisy.
After experiencing the Upper Class treatment a couple of times now, if i could afford it, i'd fly that way all the time! Flying on some airlines is akin to commuting on the Central Line, in the height of summer.