Here is the thing they don't tell you about first class: it is incredibly quiet. Not just in volume, but in anxiety. Nobody is checking their boarding pass to make sure they are in the right seat. Nobody is doing the math on whether they can afford a $9 beer. There is a strange, unspoken treaty up here: We have all made it. Let us simply exist.
I am not "Mr. H" anywhere else. At home, I am "Hey, can you take out the trash?" At work, I am the guy who sends the calendar invites. But up here, for the next seven hours, I am a protagonist. first class pov
– A passenger in 2A
