You know how some people get upset when their moral integrity is questioned? Or when their parenting abilities are questioned? Or when their political views are questioned?
Well my husband gets offended when his Delta frequent flier status is questioned.
Me: “I’m booking our NYC Thanksgiving trip. What airline do you want to fly?”
Ali:“Let’s fly Delta because I have status.”
Me: “What are you? A Gold Member?”
Ali: “Please. A Gold Member? Whatever. I’m Platinum Medallion. Platinum. Medallion. Got that?”
As Ali feverishly dialed his special toll-free Platinum Medallion line to request a replacement card (I simply can’t imagine where his original card disappeared to) I debated my next move. Under normal circumstances I’d reply with one or more of the following:
- “Yes I’ve “got that.” You can take your platinum status and shove it *insert bad words here.*”
- “How cute. Does priority boarding make you feel like a star? Like you’re important and special?”
- “That flimsy little plastic card represents everything that’s wrong with the airline industry.”
- “I don’t really care what your Delta status is, I was just trying to make conversation so you’d think your input mattered.”
So what did I say? Well nothing. Because I’m going to New York again in a month and everything else is irrelevant.