"Je ne suis pas un membre de la 'class de business,'" I tried to explain to the nice flight attendant offering me a glass of champagne. Heck, I don't even believe in the class system. Yet here she was, insisting that this cushy thing with the private TV and more adjustable cushions than that massage chair at The Sharper Image was my proper place aboard the flight. "Mais oui, mon-fine-sieur," she may well have said, "bien sur this is your seat. May I offer you some cheese?"
Oh fine, if you insist. I'm a sucker for cheese. Thus began the best airplane meal I've ever had.