Travel envy
A few months ago, I traveled to Chicago for a reporting trip. The interviews wrapped up in the early afternoon, but I booked a late flight home so that I could take advantage of my new favorite luxury of travel: the United Club.
My husband and I discovered the United Club when we flew to Japan in 2023 with our 8-month-old baby. We’d opened a United Airlines credit card to pay for our flight with points, and it came with two passes to the private airport lounge.
Readers, it was glorious.
We sat at a table with plush seats and its own charging ports. We dined on a buffet that was completely free.
Our gate, it turned out, was right next to the lounge. So when we left, we waltzed over, past the crowds of harried-looking people — plebians, really, whose butts were undoubtedly sore from sitting on hard pleather benches.
We stepped up to get our passports verified just as boarding opened, families first, which meant we ended up being the very first passengers on the plane. For a moment, we had the entire international flight all to ourselves.
This, I thought. This is the way to fly.
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