In First Class and Out of Place
I’m a blue collar kid, and although at this point in my life I’ve built a white collar life I often find myself in positions where i feel utterly out of place.
Growing up I had a friend Peter who cane from a wealthy family. The first time I ate dinner at his house was a revelation. The confusion on my face must have shown and his mom asked me to help in the kitchen. Away from everyone else she did a quick place settng and explained fancy eating to me. A lesson that still serves me well, she was a truly kind and wonderful woman.
Kicking off my adventure today has been wild and fun. Got lost on the way to JFK and two other guys made the same mistake I did. One was from UC Davis and we have mutual Sierra College friends. I met a beautiful Brazillian woman at the airport with her service dog Pandora, she took quite a liking to me, the dog, not the girl although the girl was very nice. I got to speak Portuguese twice tonight and then after security got my real treat.
You see I cashed in all of my air miles for this trip so I could fly international business class to Scotland. This means I have access in the US to the executive lounge. I’d been in an Admiral’s Club at the airport before but it’s been years. I expected some free snacks and newspaper, free drinks but i should have known better. This is rich people land and the more you pay the better the freebies.
There is a full free buffet, free top shelf drinks and super comfy chairs. So for dinner I had seared tenderloin, miso glazed salmon, pork tenderloin, cauliflower with wild mushrooms, waldorf salad and a New York standard, a black and white cookie for dessert.
Of course as a blue collar kid and proud hiker-trash I feel completely out of place, but I’m here and happy. I earned my ticket and place at this table, but I still feel out of place. Maybe a wee bit of Makers Mark will help me relax. – Rev Kane