The two women in front of me spent the entire flight speculating as to why that "sweet man" was traveling alone with that baby. "Should we offer to help him get his stuff off the plane?" they asked. As the plane went up, my jaw continued to drop.
One would think that in an era of increasingly sweet perks for an ever-shrinking percentage of fliers, the elite-of-the-elite might be content to cool their heels for a New York minute while the few passengers with babies board in slightly less chaotic fashion.