Class Strugle

So, when I get to the airport and check my bag, the woman says,
We havn't been able to arrange a seat for you. They'll call your name at the gate.
So I get to the gate and wait and wait. And they seem to call everyone else's name but mine. Finally, when everyone else is in line boarding, they call my name. I'm sure they're going to tell me that I'll have to take the next flight over.
"Adam Mays?"
"Yes?"
"Here's your seat" He slides a gold colored boarding pass to me, and scribbles a note. This, I'm sure, is a sign to send me in for a "random" security check.
"We're out of coach, so I'm upgrading you to buisness."
Niiiiicccccceeeeeee.
My own, private door to enter the plane.
Leg room you could raise cattle in.
Foot rests.
A little toiletry bag with socks inside.
Express passport lane at Hethrow.

I'll never go back!