You can't pick up chicks in business class...

It's true. You can't. Business class invariably is populated by either chubby old dudes, chubby old chicks or families.

It sucks because there you are... sitting in biz class... seated prior to all the poor bastards who have to sit in cattle class feeling superior as you sip your orange juice and look up your nose at them as they file past you... looks of despair, envy, or in some cases - faked apathy... and then you see her.

She's young... beautiful... She radiates vibrant energy and complete confidence as she puts her hand on the seat to stabilize herself as the line comes to a halt. Your eyes meet... and there is a common understanding. It's as if you are speaking though no words are spoken...

"Hey there... wow... look at you..."
"Yeah.. I can see you are looking at me... could you please roll up your tongue and put it back in your mouth?"
"Oh... was I doing that in real life? Sorry... didn't mean to offend..."
"Yeah.. no.. it's okay... I get that alot when I pass through business class..."
"Oh... just passing through? I was hoping maybe you were going to be sitting here in 15B."
"Oh silly... don't you know? You can't pick up chicks in Business Class!", she laughs...
"Yeah... well.. I mean I knew that... was even thinking about writing about it now that you mention it... but yeah...was hoping you were gonna sit here..."
"Aww... Well listen, I'm back in Coach. That's where we all sit... you wanna pick us up, you gotta sit back there!"
"No shit... I'll keep that in mind."

And with that, the line starts moving again and she moves past me into oblivion...