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I got very randomly bumped up to first class on a transatlantic flight for business. I do not travel much for business, especially internationally. So, I definitely should not have had priority over more regular accounts. I have to assume I just got lucky, and that flight happened to have no frequent flyers.

It was an eye opening experience. I got to hang out in a secret lounge. When my flight was ready to board, multiple staff escorted us to the gate. When we landed, we took a private van to a secret side entrance, which had its own first class only passport check. We were brought to another secret first class lounge through hidden back hallways to wait for our connections. The lounge looked down over the terminal, and the exit was a nondescript door you'd assume was a maintenance entrance.

Being around that level of service and the other people in first class, it's clear the wealthy live in another world. I looked up how much that ticket normally goes for after, and full price is for many people a yearly salary. It was nice, but it seems like a crazy way to divide resources.

I got invited to some sort of literary award ceremony at the French embassy a few years back. I, uh, severely underdressed for the occasion. I got the invite for participating in the Albertine book store's bookclub, and for whatever reason, my brain went, "I can show up to this like I would dress for a bookclub session, it's the same people." Spoiler, it was not, and I really should have been at least in a button up and slacks, rather than my hoodie and jeans. As luck would have it, the gentleman who won the award, Emmanuel Dongala, was sat next to me during the speeches. I can still remember the look of "What the classless, American fuck is this guy doing?" as he took his seat next to me.

On the other hand, I went to my first opera at the NY Metropolitan Opera last year basically dressed the same way, and it was surprisingly entirely fine. Turns out, very few people want to be sat for hours in formal attire when hardly anyone can see you in the dark, anyway.

Honestly, where I live now.

I rent a bare-bones townhouse. Two rooms, and a basement with an old washer and dryer, and a small garage.

I have always lived in apartments, sometimes with fewer rooms than people. Having an entire place of my own (that's not a studio apartment) is sometimes unbelievable to me. A washer and dryer downstairs? No quarters? I don't have to look for a spot, I have a garage? I don't have to cram my entire life in one room, I have an "office!?" This will likely be the closest to "home owner" I'll get and it still feels unreal after almost two years here. It's certainly not going into anyone's Pinterest board, and there are issues, but I always feel "bougie" when I open the garage 🤣

One time I went to the restaurant DAMON BAEHREL. I was informed afterwards that it had a 10-year waiting list and only seated 100 people a month. Despite having regularly commuted between the Midwest and the East Coast, getting there felt like the longest road trip I've ever taken since I had to go with my mother-in-law and some of it is on a gravel road.

I had to Google DAMON BAEHREL to spell it and I'm not going to bother retyping it.

It was far and away the most pretentious, absurd, cartoonishly fancy experience I've ever had, and I've dressed up in antique ceremonial Moroccan robes for a banquet at the art museum in the city I grew up in. At the art museum I sat next to the mayor's mother in a room of 200 people conversely, about 30 people total could fit into DAMON BAEHREL.

I thought the art museum banquet was fancy, but when I was little I thought Boston Market and IBC root beer were fancy.

DAMON BAEHREL was the kind of place that serves a dozen 'courses' but each one is like one cracker one sliver of cheese and one spritz of condiment with maybe a sliver of sausage made from some bespoke farm animal. He insisted that the water we were drinking was actually unreduced tree sap. Everything was served on various slabs of wood some with the bark still on it. The slabs were so much larger than the food It looked like putting a coin on a serving platter for each course.

I just felt embarrassed every time I looked at the Damon and his staff. They had clearly heard his bullshit so many times that it was hard for them to feign credulity anymore.

Anyway, that shit was way too fancy for me. Clearly it was just wasted on me.

Business class flight to Japan. I’m just some engineer in a rural factory and was headed to some rural factories, but damn was the trip fancy. As we landed my coworker had to explain that the booze was free.

It was definitely a wild journey

I ate dinner in NYC at the penthouse fancy restaurant of some five star hotel. I could barely eat I was so intimidated. The food at that time was for some reason having a trend of "foams", which is this weird thing where it was like lobster with a side of foamy stuff. I never understood how that was food, but the restaurant by itself was incredible.

I went with a friend to Vegas. He was going to one of those super-posh conferences for his line of work, and just casually wanted to split the hotel bill (because he's cheap; the dude could afford to live in one of those hotels year round). At the end of the conference, all of his colleagues were throwing some party at the top of one of the hotels on the strip. He helped me through the security screen and we left the elevator. We went from a world of bright lights and gaudiness to dark passion and sultry beats where each seat at their reclined cushion alcoves was worth thousands of dollars. Prostitution may be illegal in Vegas, technically, but escorts that looked like world-famous supermodels (male and female, to be clear) were writhing across every lap at those recessed tables.

My friend got me to the balcony, where I got a picture of the entire strip at night. Then my friend casually mentioned that getting a drink would be about $1200 and we went back down to the normal floors for the free booze and $2 blackjack.

Growing up poor, and eventually working my way into a tech job dealt me a long stream of culture shocks. Just socialising with people earning over 100k is wild. The vacations, hobbies, and even anecdotes, are all so different than what I imagined. I feel I betray my roots a thousand times a day.

I know this is just basic working class petit bourgeois stuff (that I'm part of), but the carefree attitude is so alien to me. I can't imagine feeling so entitled to luxury.

Not mine, but my uncle's story. In the late 70s or 80s, can't remember, my uncle was a young man in Boston, MA. New transplant to the US with limited English working minimum wage at a famous hotel in town, by famous I mean all the rock and roll stars stayed in this hotel when they were in Boston. There are other wild stories for another day.

On this day his manager was scrambling to look for him and told him that he had to drive a VIP somewhere. He was speechless, and asked wtf is going on ? He had a humble tiny hatchback manual drive ford fiesta? with only a driver's side mirror. The artist was Blondie and she was late for the show. They wanted the most non descript car to zip halfway through the clogged city to the venue.

He was like wtf, but fuckkit here we go.

He drove the Blondie singer from the hotel to the venue quick and easy like superman and saved the day.

I have to go back and ask what conversation they had.

A girl I dated was friends with the daughter of one of Microsoft's founders and we got invited to their house to watch Seafair. I think it'd be safe to call it a small mansion right on the water with a dock. The kitchen was as big as my whole apartment. The technology was a bit dated but must've been state of the art when it was built. Switches for automated everything. On the water we had front row seats to the Blue Angels. They are incredibly loud up close.

The guy was super down to earth. Had a good conversation where he showed genuine interest in me and what I did.

9.9/10, the hot tub was broken

I was tier one help desk, overnight, in a children's hospital.

I had a doctor call me, who expressly made it clear he didn't want a run around, while manually palpating a child's heart to keep it in rhythm and thus, the child alive.

I told him there are back ups upon back ups that can be implemented, and I am happy to talk about his computer problem when the patient is SAFE. Not a little, "we got this," safe, but SAFE.

Tier one help desk, overnight, no support, and I had to tell a person who turned out to be a board member that he could go fuck himself on his computer problem until the child patient was safe.

My first job was customer service, and I've been in IT for a dozen years. Its still customer service. You just have to realize who the customer is - in the case of a children's hospital, it is always the child.

Fundraiser at a very expensive art school. I was a scholarship student at a cocktail mixer, and I was at the mixer because it was being held in the department I was majoring in. All of the people that were attending were fine arts patrons, the kind of people that drop tens of thousands on art without thinking twice about it. I was--literally--a punk kid with tattoos and shit tons of piercings, and I was supposed to be pleasant to people with millions more than I'll ever have.

Got to piss off a world famous fashion designer that evening, so that was cool.

I have been picked up by a private airplane once. And I don't mean an private jet like a bombardier global (which are still beyond cool), I mean like a full size long range airliner. The conference room alone was larger than my apartment at the time. Who especially was send my our customer to pick up my colleague and me. Even crazier: As it was somewhat urgent the customer "called" someone in his countries air traffic control and even though we arrived through rush hour at this airport we landed priority - which meant around 12 large airliners had to wait.

(To make that clear: I am not a prostitute, especially as I am a ugly ass overweight dude, but I work in healthcare and did a fair share of VVIP jobs over the last two decades)

My aunt did hostile takeovers and her husband was even more rich. Their kitchen was bigger than my entire house. And that was their vacation house. I couldn't appreciate most of it, I was just a kid. But I remember my cousin had a pool in his room.

I was working the booth at a conference and the sales guys closed some big deal there and took everybody at the conference out to a four star restaurant. Since it was in a legal state me and the woman from marketing got really baked before we went in and had $200 steaks with a $400 bottle of wine. There were like 10 people, too so the whole bill must have been at least $4,000.

She was high as hell the whole time and trying to hide it, which was hilarious for me to watch.

I've also had Iron Chef Morimoto make sushi for me but since I paid it didn't feel above my station.

I stayed a few nights at the St. Regis in NYC in the presidential suite. Pretty ridiculous, 3 bedrooms, 4 baths, private butler, full kitchen and dining room, use of a Bentley, 3,430 sq ft. (318 sqm) bigger than any house I ever lived in.

Through my old job I got to do lots of stupid shit, fly private internationally, use someone's beach house for a week on their own island, etc.

While aspects of it were fun, I always felt like an outsider, and the waste really bothered me. I'm someone who bicycles or walks to the farmers market with a courier bag.

Years ago my dad took me with him to a business trip in downtown LA. He finished his meeting and we wanted some dinner so started looking around for somewhere to eat. It was in the financial district though, and by 5 or 6 every fast food place around was already closed (which is still weird to me). We were about to give up and go back to our hotel and just get room service until we saw a plain ass sign pointing down an alley that just said "steakhouse." So we followed it into the alley, down some stairs into a sketchy looking basement door that led us into the fanciest fucking restaurant I have ever been in.

Shit was straight out of a movie. The waiters had tuxedos. Everything was finished in nice looking wood, silver or gold. They had an actual maitre d! We immediately felt under dressed and had to ask if there was a dress code.

I've lived in more than one trailer. Including a trailer park. I once slept over at a friend's trailer in a different park. We had a pinecone war with kids from the other side of the trailer park. Pre-bedtime entertainment was Billy Ray Cyrus performing Achy Breaky Heart live on TNN.

I also worked on Capitol Hill, a finance firm worth dozens of billions, etc. My degree is from a shitty Christian college, but I just accepted a job at a prominent research university (staff, not faculty, but still).

I guess I feel like most of my life is relevant to this question.

Spent a night at the Iceland Blue Lagoon Retreat hotel for a special occasion. It's like $1800 USD per night so it was a huge splurge. We saw Rebel Wilson staying at the hotel too. It was fancy AF.

Absolutely wasted if you only spend one day, but we couldn't afford 2.

Got an extra legroom seat in the airplane by chance.

Flew half-way across the country on a private plane for a business meeting.

The mayor used to know my name. Hollered at me at Mardi Gras!

Went to a party at the woman's house who owns a vast chunk of downtown. Got to see the Mardi Gras parade from above.

Some of the tax firms my wife has worked for have hosted extravagant Christmas parties in mountain-top restaurants in Banff and the like. We get to pretend we're fancy people and order the most expensive menu items for a night.

I got the chance to visit the penthouse at the top of the Chrystler building. The guy opened the topmost windows and let me partly hang out of it for a photo (I have to dig it up though)

I sometimes take the ICE from Arnhem to Utrecht. It's special, because it's an international train with sleeping cabins and sometimes even on-board catering. You usually have to pay an extra supplement, but not if you only ride it nationally. This kind of train only stops on three stations in the Netherlands (Armhem, Utrecht, Amsterdam), which makes it more special.