I don’t suppose if anyone but me has ever noticed, but the air quality in an jetliner is really poor. I suppose they have ventilation, or I would not be able to breathe in such close confines. I knew it was a given about the air quality, so I took a deep breath of nice air before entering the plane and just tried to relax. There was a sudden change in seating on the plane that, for some unknown reason to me, had our seat bumped. I told them I had to get onto this plane and they told me they only had one seat left. I argued this seat should be mine. After 5 minutes, he said the seat was in first class and I had bought a ticket for economy. She asked if I wanted to pay the difference! When I just stared and arched an eyebrow, he excused herself. The man who came out with his looked at me legitimately oddly and I was thinking I was in trouble. He told me he could provide me the seat and it would not cost me anything. I smiled sweetly and said thank you. I suddenly knew why people were willing the pay the extra money for first class. I had a seat that was more comfortable than any chair in our home. I had our own control component and I was the only one in our side of the aisle. I sighed as I felt perfect air floating around me. The temperature control was marvelous and I closed our eyes imagining I was outside on a still, calm day. The first class change spoiled me and I knew I could never fly again, because I knew I couldn’t afford the price.