You trudge past those smiling faces in the first few rows and then, smack — your roller bag bangs into some wretched traveler's seat in coach. You apologize and keep going; you have a long journey to the back of the plane. Your destination? That comfy middle seat between the two sumo wrestlers.
And as another flight begins, you remember those smiling faces and say to yourself: "Why can't I ever fly first class?"
You've tried to upgrade: After all, you travel 100,000-plus miles a year and...Full Story