Annoying + free = tolerable

You know what first class is? First class is an unending series of interruptions:

1. [while you're still on the tarmac] "Water or juice?"
2. [after take-off] "Something to drink?"
3. [five minutes later] "Warm nut assortment?"
4. [and then] "Refill on that drink?"
5. "Hot towel?"
   
6. "Would you like the curry chicken salad or the open-face pulled pork sandwich?"
7. "Refill on that drink?"
8. "Warm cookie and milk?"
9. "Refill on that drink?"

I wanted to nap, but I was afraid I was going to miss something. Wah wah, first class.

We were late leaving Orange County and late arriving in Chicago. By the time we landed in Chicago, my connection to Toronto had been cancelled for hours. I had two concerns while standing in the customer service line: I wanted to get on a non-standby flight to Toronto, and I kinda wanted to be in first class again. Yeah, it was annoying, but the odds are astronomical of again sitting in front of that woman with the penetrating Chicago accent reading "Little House on the Prairie" to her adopted Chinese daughter. (Really: I was wearing noise-cancelling headphones and her accent pierced my high-technology and nearly drove me crazy.) Also, it'd be free. Annoying + free = tolerable.