They sashay past in navy skirts
And crimson ties around their necks,
Little hats perched on heads.
Champagne? they call,
Pushing trolleys down the aisles.
Peanuts? Pretzels? Chicken? Beef?
And then they disappear
Behind that velvet curtain
Where the magic people live,
The ones with money, fame,
People more important than you and I.
Margot Kinberg
Oh, you capture that very well, Rachel! There is most definitely a class difference when you fly, isn’t there? And it’s interesting how the employees treat FC passengers – as though they were inherently better. Little wonder other people can get resentful of that.