This week, Beverly and I are traveling to Singapore on a house-hunting and exploratory trip. During the week, I’m going to be documenting our trip in small bursts and stream-of-thought posts. I’ll place these posts under the tag “house hunting” if you want the full digest.
It perhaps should go without saying that I am not a fancy person or someone who is accustomed to luxury of any sort. While I am certainly incredibly privileged in a great deal of ways, what that I do have has never made me of a mind that I am in any way special or separate from others; or to put it a bit more succinctly, I do not think I am better than anyone because of what I have.
So it is with some internal amusement that I type this from Delta’s SkyClub, an exclusive waiting area for business-class travelers fitted with the for-free amenities that didn’t really cost Delta all that much money but sure like nice in a spread. Okay, I’m a bit sarcastic and in a contrary mood. I’m waiting for a flight looking down on the rest of the travelers moving through PDX as if I were suddenly promoted to patrician status, sitting next to people who all look like they’ve been here before.
The funny thing is my acrimony is ill-placed. The SkyClub, like many amenities for first-class/business-class travelers, is just glad-handing of high-end customers. It’s really the separation that I dislike.
The incredibly handy benefit of the SkyClub is that there is a customer service desk here in the lounge and for that, I’m very thankful. I had forgot to sign up for a frequent flyer program before we got to the airport. This is something that the good folks here can do for me, which is nice to have to worry about it on the plane or while checking in.
Apparently there is another benefit here; the woman at Nike Travel had for some reason booked Bev & I under our first & middle names concatenated as one, so, Joshuarollin instead of Joshua Rollin. This caused some consternation among the customer service agent as she recognized the issue, but was unable to correct it within their system. The woman’s accent pronounces my middle name as “Rolling” however, making it unintentional comedy as she discusses the “Rolling issue” repeatedly.
So it’s not all bad the SkyClub. The customer service here is incredible, and for that, I am incredibly grateful.
On to Narita!
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