26D
I just returned from a week in DC where I attended the NVCA annual meeting and thought I’d exercise Ground Rule #3 and share a bittersweet moment. I spent a number of years traveling all over the world for Intel and routinely flew 200,000+ miles on United alone. The “upside” to all this flying was qualifying for 1K status in their United Mileage Plus program and being able to wait in short lines (relatively speaking) and upgrade to business class or first class 99% of the time year in and year out. I left Intel in ‘05 and basically stopped traveling “cold turkey”. In fact, it was such a drastic change to my routine that some nice VP at United called me to see if everything was okay later that year. I explained that I had decided to take some time off but would be back at it soon enough - so they extended my status. I didn’t think anymore about it until this past week when I boarded my “usual” United flight to return to LAX.
I had printed my boarding pass prior to arriving at LAX so I didn’t have to wait in any line to check-in (but still spent an hour in security), but I had run out of time in DC and was unable to print my boarding pass for the return flight so I had to check-in at the airport. I spent about 40 minutes in the “regular” United line and then another 30 minutes getting through security and was not happy about it. Additionally, I was in boarding group 4 and was, therefore, one of the last to board the flight to L.A. I was seriously beginning to get annoyed at this point having waited for so long. To make matters worse, I then realized that I had a double digit seat as well…and that any chance of there being any remaining overhead bin space was quickly disappearing.
I finally boarded the plane and found my way to my seat only to find that I was literally in the very last row of the plane in a chair that only reclined an inch or so before it hit the galley wall. So, needless to say, by the time I finally found some space for my bag and sat down I was more than upset (having been “spoiled” by 1K for so many years). And that’s when it dawned on me - I wasn’t 1K anymore! How could this be? I wasn’t 1K…or Premier Executive…or even Premier. This could only mean that I no longer qualified for any special United treatment. All of this, of course, led me to the seemingly sudden realization that I hadn’t been flying enough to qualify! In fact, I hadn’t been flying much at all. So, I sat in my seat… reclined it the full 1.25 inches… looked up at my 26D seat number… breathed a very deep sigh of relief… and simply smiled. Until next time, safe travels.

