The Other Side of the First Class Curtain

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Warning: This is not an educational article.
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This post was originally published in 2007. It has since been updated for accuracy of links and content.

I’ve flown on a lot of planes. I mean a lot. Not only passenger planes, but I’ve also taken about 300 rides in various cargo planes and puddle-jumpers with an aim not to get the free peanuts, but instead to jump out….and skydive.

When I’ve travelled on planes in the more conventional sense though, I’ve always been resigned to the dreaded Economy Class. The Barn. You know… the low-lives of the world travel. The cramped seats with mediocre arm rests where inevitably a screaming baby is strategically placed near you, and maybe two if it’s an especially long flight.

Once upon a time they used to call it 2nd class or 3rd class travel. Then they (“they” being the big airline gods in the sky) decided it might be degrading to be labelled in such a manner and started creating euphemistic titles like Economy, Budget, and Basic seats. As if paying up to thousands of dollars to fly is something “basic” for the budget-minded.

And of course, the amenities on such flights have decreased as time goes by too. Years ago in the heyday of airline travel, you would be delightfully served free drinks, given all the peanuts you could choke back, full meals, and more free drinks. You recognized a good flight when you could barely stand up straight when disembarking.

These days you’re lucky to get one non-alcoholic drink without being charged, and forget about the peanuts or meals. Airport food concession stands are now equipped to pack up your order so you can eat it on the plane.

I for one miss airline food. I so enjoyed getting the little plastic tray compartmentalized to resemble a tv dinner. I would eagerly peel the saran wrap off the sometimes frozen bun, try to discern what my mystery salad contained, and peel back the foil covering my main course to discover what weird and wonderful (and sometimes unidentifiable) food it held. And don’t even get me started on the delightful desserts. The tiny salt and pepper, the plastic cutlery and cups, and laminate trays always screamed adventure to me.

And inevitably, as soon as the meals were cleared and coffee was served, turbulence began. Good thing the peel-back trays attached to the seat in front of me had the quarter inch indentation in which my cup could rest….goodness knows what havoc would have happened without that secure resting spot. I might actually have spilt all my coffee and not just half in that turbulence.

In all my years as a low-life Economy passenger, I wondered what life was like in First Cass (which is now euphemistically called Business Class so as not to offend the 3rd class passengers). They always got on the plane first. So when I was boarding, I had to be paraded through and beyond the comfortable first class passengers, who were already enjoying a complementary newspaper, pillows and blankets, or just watching us cows get herded through their section to our less luxurious seats. At times I could have sworn people were pointing and laughing.

But what really got my goat was that curtain. The curtain that got pulled across the aisle to definitively separate first class seats from the rest. Shortly after the seatbelt light went off a flight attendant would close the curtains to block our view of the inevitable celebrations and dancing taking place on the other side. And I was sure that the attendant had an air of snobbery in doing it too….I distinctly heard a “hmph” and detected an upturned nose in their curtain-pulling antics.

I became obsessed with what transpired on the other side of that curtain. Not enough so to shell out the sticker price which was often triple the cost of my low-life ticket, but enough to devise ways to investigate the other side. I often heard stories of people being magically upgraded to first class, either because they happened to be unwittingly schmoozing at the airport bar with the right person, or because they were just so darn well dressed.

So I dressed to the nines for flights, kept my eyes peeled for the right people, and did everything I could to get the upgrade. Upon checking in I would beg for an upgrade, to no avail. Even when I flew away to get married, the lady at the counter checking my luggage had no sympathy.

Just when I had decided that the first class life was all a sham, a thought struck me. Why not ask the gate attendants? They process stand-by tickets, and they seem to have all the flight information at their fingertips. And besides, what harm was there in asking?

Well, the first few times I asked gate attendants for an upgrade, it was laughable. I was so nervous I stuttered, I never felt like I had a good enough reason to be upgraded, and I usually waited until people were actually boarding to get up the nerve to ask at all. So the answer was always an almost laughable “no”.

I learn quickly though, and the last time I flew I applied all my lessons to date.

I had accidentally arrived at the airport almost three hours in advance of my flight – a real no-no in my books, especially considering it was a domestic flight. By this time I had boiled down the flight experience to a fine art, printing boarding passes off at home and breezing into the airport no more than an hour in advance. But on this particularly oppressive day, riddled with jet lag and knowing there was a terrible accident on the roads near the airport, I miscalculated the time sorely and only realized my blunder when I arrived at the gate after already killing some time elsewhere in the airport, wondering why the plane wasn’t yet at the gate. It was because I was almost two hours early at the gate. Yikes.

Already tired of my book and coddling a recently injured knee, I sat back and started to watch the activities of the gate and surrounding areas. About an hour before the now long-anticipated departure the gate attendant arrived and settled in to start the check-in process. I noticed she was in an especially good mood, cracking jokes with her colleagues.

So up I sidled to her, with the saddest most tired look I could muster, wincing with each step from my injured knee. I told her my sob story of jet lag, arriving early, a sore knee, not forgetting to add that I am a travel writer who has been on the road for a (sob, sob) three month stint, and wondered if she had any room “up front” for me.

And this time, it worked! I was told not to expect a meal, and whamo – my boarding pass was magically traded for the upgraded one: seat 1D. I finally got to see what happened on the other side of the curtain.

And of course, I would like to share the uproarious events of my first class flight with you, however now that I’m in the club, I have sworn an oath of secrecy, and I am forbidden to divulge the secrets of the “other side of the curtain”. Suffice to say, there wasn’t a piece of plastic cutlery in sight, I actually did enjoy the three course meal, and I wasn’t exactly walking a straight line by the time I got off the plane at my destination.

Here’s to sob stories, injured knees, arriving at the airport hours in advance, and very kind gate attendants. Thank you Air Canada!

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10 thoughts on “The Other Side of the First Class Curtain”

  1. The title of this article implies that you are going to talk about the First Class experience, and yet you spend the majority of the article on boring reminisces of what economy used to be like. I was hoping for some real tips on how to get upgrades, or at least a clever discussion of what goes on on “the other side of the curtain”. But you basically gloss over the most interesting parts of your story, wrapping it up in a rush. So one has to have a bad knee to get an upgrade? Thanks for nothing.

  2. I, too, expected that you would actually have some comments about the first class experience once you got there. Why would you feel the need to be so secretive (and then defensive to anonymous about it)? How was the experience once you were there?

  3. This is unbelievable! The point of the article was to do just that…leave the reader wanting for more. I guess it worked!
    This was an experiment in humour, in generating big build-up, then throwing in a twist at the end. Judging by the last two comments, I think I got it bang-on.
    ….we all want to know what happens on the other side of the curtain, but yet we never know because there’s a big bloody curtain in the way…that’s kind of the idea. (I can’t believe I even have to explain this).
    I feel the need to repeat: this was not a how-to article, or something to reveal secrets in life.
    And quite frankly there is no secret behind what happens on the other side; it’s just an upscale version of what you get in economy – kind of a let down now, huh??? That’s why I didn’t want to write about it.

  4. I’ve got an injured knee last year due to martial art class. My knee was swing down to the ground and the pain was really unbearable. But luckily I am still able to walk. =) By the way, you’ve got nice blog

  5. Ahh, the value of linking in to old posts and getting them recycled!

    18 yrs ago flew first class Melbourne to London – In short, it was good. Nah, not just good, bloody FANTASTIC!!!!

    Best part I was not paying…..

  6. Cattle Class in aircraft is worser than third class travel in trains on wooden seats. Today, you only can find wooden seats in the Western World in heritage trains. The leg room of third class rail coaches is better than Aircraft Cattle Class. New suggestion for Ryanair and other budget airlines: plastic benches without armrests in their aircraft and call it Budget Class. The successor of the old wooden third class coaches on rail 🙂

  7. hey there, I LOVED your article and actually laughed out loud when you said you’d NOT divulge what happens on the 1st class side of the curtain once you were on the inside looking out.

    That was a very entertaining read.

  8. @Joost – LOL! Plastic seats….that’s the next installation of “cattle class” on budget airlines indeed!

    @Eddie – Thanks! I’m glad you see the humour!

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