I'd had an excruciating 9-hour long plane journey from Brazil to Lisbon with two wailing babies. I was awaiting my flight to Manchester when I heard my name being called out on the mic by the staff. I am a very eager beaver and very anxious about everything surrounding airport travel, and had been having nightmares about being arrested or something on my way back. I always think someone is on the verge of pulling me by the arm saying I 'should go with them' to a side room. So, I tread with agony and despair toward the little desk they have at the gate only to find out I had been upgraded to the business class.
I felt royalty with those curtains separating me from the commoners. Plus the food...