We've all done that walk past the first class passengers, and no matter how many times you do it, it still stings just a little, doesn't it? Seeing the fluffy blankets and comfy chairs, hearing the sound of ice tinkling happily in glasses... it just makes the parade to the back of the plane all the more painful.
There's something about travel -- whether you're flying, driving or sailing -- that brings out the jerk in all of us. Like the guy in seat 26B just in front of me right now on a flight from Honolulu to Los Angeles, who is probably a nice guy on the ground. But put him on a plane, and shortly after takeoff, he jams his seat into my knees without so much as an apology.