and the winner is...

i've been on a lot of airplanes. enough, i think, to give a valid opinion of ones i like and ones i don't like. i don't like continental. i used to. i don't now. they have this elite class of travelers. if you are an elite member you get to board first and when you board you walk on a 5x3 blue rug instead of the regular airport carpet. while we were waiting to board our connecting flight in houston the flight attendant called for elite members to board first. half of the airport walked up. she then clarified and divided them up, letting platinum elite on first, then gold elite, then silver, etc...i would like to take this opportunity to make fun of every continental elite member in the world. HAHAHAHAHA! they were practically elbowing each other for the privilege of being the first to cross the blue shag of vain grandeur. once on the plane we were strictly notified that there was a specific bathroom for them to use and everyone else on the plane was requested to use the bathroom in the rear. i thought segregation was a thing of the past. i was way off. i will laugh at you, you elite members of continental airways. i laugh at your smugness, your private toilet, and your sub classes of eliteness.

meanwhile, i sit in a cramped seat with padding thats been worn thin by tushes 15x larger than my bony butt, feeling every movement of the feet under my seat belonging to the gentlemen behind me, getting a headache from the altitude and nausea from the turbulence. yet, i still find solace, laughing at the elite.