Mrs. Clooney entered first class wearing scuffed white sneakers and carrying a paper bag folded at the top. The woman beside her studied both, then told her to return where she belonged. Twenty minutes later, the captain called Mrs. Clooney’s name, and no one touched their drinks.
The first time I flew first class, I spent ten minutes pretending I knew what I was doing.
My name is Emily. I was flying from Chicago to Seattle for a work conference, and the upgrade had appeared on my phone that morning like a clerical error.
I was flying from Chicago to Seattle for a work conference.
I checked the seat number three times.
