DO NOT STEP FOOT IN FIRST CLASS!

I just got up to use the restroom on this flight, and since my seat was further to the front of the aircraft than the back, i foolishly stepped through the curtain divider into first class, heading towards that bathroom instead. 


The flight attendant could smell me coming. She could smell the poor on my body. “SIR, You’re not supposed to be here” almost enraged. A man of few words, I shrugged and pointed to the bathroom. She physically referred to a cryptic sign on the wall which I couldn’t read and seethed: “You need to turn around and go back to your section.” She was defending her territory. That’s her job. I chuckled under my mask because I am high.


The first class passengers enjoyed the show. This is what’s supposed to be happening. That’s why they pay that extra $7000 for first class, to escape poors like me who have the audacity to walk through their curtained section to use the closer restroom. worth every penny. 


Moments later, I heard a voice over the intercom: “Poors, please stay in your assigned cabin so as to not offend our valued customers. We also value you, just not as much. Thank you. Please kill yourself.”

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