Personal Escort

I made it to LAX.  My friend Bernard got me a first class ticket on Air France.  It is already very different from my normal flying experiences.  At check-in they have a very attractive woman escort you to the first class lounge, also you go to the front of the security line.  Hundreds of angry eyes look towards me like I have committed some heinous crime: "why is he cutting the line?" My escort will be back in an hour and a half to escort me to the plane, even though I think I could find the gate myself