An all-out attempt to get an upgrade to business class floors our columnist.
EVERY very so often when discussing flights, airlines and chairs that make you sit upright for so long that one of your butt cheeks falls asleep (it’s only ever one, not both – which is good; it would be disconcerting to lose total feeling in one’s ass), someone will inevitably and inexplicably say: “One time I got upgraded to business ...”
