On our honeymoon 45 years ago, Martha and I flew from Milwaukee to Ft. Lauderdale on Northwest Airlines to spend a week in the sun. At the airport, the gate attendant told us the airline had overbooked the economy section, and wondered if we would mind flying first class.
You know our answer, and I’ll never know if she chose us for the upgrade because we looked like newlyweds and would appreciate her kindness, or if we just happened to be at the right place at the right time.
Anyway, we enjoyed the perks of first class travel back then, knowing that when the plane stopped in Atlanta, we might have to give up our roomy seats and move to the back of the plane. We waited anxiously for the airplane door to close, and none of the flight crew asked us to move. It was very nice.