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To add: When Hawk and I moved up to our new seats, one of Hawk's new neighbors was eager to understand why were were getting moved. Oddly, her first notion, which she proudly shared, was that we were unruly passengers who'd been causing a disturbance for a solid hour, thus explaining the hour and-still-counting delay, and were now being escorted forward to be led off the plane, presumably into the hands of waiting police officers.

"No, we were upgraded," Hawk noted wryly, to the woman's clear disappointment.

Next the woman wanted to know how and why we were upgraded. She fussed that anybody being upgraded is an affront to everybody who paid for their seats.

Hawk responded gently that we are United elites, that I'm a Million Miler (that seemed to get the woman's attention), and that the airline has its own policies and practices for granting upgrades.

What's amusing to me is that woman's lack of class while trying to gate-keep access to the upper class of service. There's a saying in football,
"When you get to the end zone, act like you've been there before." That woman sure acted like it was her first time flying in the front of bus the way she was so jealous about complete strangers.