One of them replied, "from where I am, even a regular economy ticket feels like first class."
Her reply was a powerful reminder that being materially rich is, well, relative. I felt rather stupid for joking with her about the first class upgrade. In any case, she directed me to return to the counter after a few minutes because they had just about gotten there to the gate.
I wandered around, and about a half an hour later returned to the gate to find quite a few passengers already lined up at the counter.
I waited my turn, and presented my passport ... and no jokes this time.
With the stereotypical German efficiency, she handed me my boarding pass and in a formal tone said "welcome to the business class."
How much ever I think that I am a lowly paid university professor, the reality is that even within the United States, and definitely among the nearly seven billion on the planet, I am not one of the hoi polloi. I belong to a privileged group. I ought to be humbly thankful about it, and the Lufthansa employee reminded me that I have a lot to thank for.
I handed my credit card over to the young woman and when she returned it after starting the pump, I engaged in the casual chit-chat that we often do.
"How you doin' with the rain and the wind?" I asked her.
"I have one more hour to go, and I can't wait because even my socks are all wet already" she replied.
These are not warm rains--it was just about 47 degrees. To be outside in the rain in wet socks at that temperature, versus me in the warmth and comfort of my car ... I reached into my bag, took out a chocolate bar, and gave her that while adding "hey, I hope this will warm you up."
"Thanks so much" she said. Her facial response itself made it a worthwhile gas station stop.
The larger picture on unemployment and income inequality in the US is not looking good at all.
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