Wanna-be Celebrity

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This is a very random post, but on the last trip that I did.. I noticed a lot of these people, enough that it made me think and jot down thoughts. Maybe you’ve seen one. The “wanna-be celebrity” is a breed of airline passenger that always peeks my interest. Usually, they can be found prior to boarding in the terminal, in a seat, alone, with a hat on, huge sunglasses, tight clothes and a sweater/shall covering themselves trying to avoid being seen by their make believe paparazzi. They walk through the terminal with their head down trying to avoid eye contact with you, because, they know that if you do look at them, you won’t know who they are — making them, not important; but because their head is down you’re intrigued and keep looking.

During boarding, they do the same thing. They keep their head down and move along in the shuffle. They didn’t get to pre-board either, because of course, they’re not in first class. As they step foot on to the airplane and we say “Hello, Good Morning!” they look down, ignoring that someone spoke to them, they’re too important to talk to you.

They then walk back to their non-reclining-in front of the exit row- seat, put their garment bag and carry-on into the overhead bin and take a seat. They then pull out the latest issue of “OK!” or “US Weekly,” sunglasses still on, and begin to read.

This breed of airline passenger is hoping they catch attention. They’re hoping someone will be intrigued as to who they are. They are hoping someone will think they’re someone.

When, in reality, they paid the cheapest coach fare, wearing sunglasses from Canal Street, and found the magazines on the bus on the way to the airport that morning.

I don’t understand why these people think that they deserve first class service in coach? This past trip I had one stop me in the aisle to turn on her reading light. I’m sorry, reach up and do it yourself. Sometimes they ask questions about the main cabin food – “Is the chicken raised with hormones?” I don’t know.. I wasn’t there for their birth.

Everyone wants to feel important, needed and necessary. Whatever happened to just getting on a plane, or going out in public, and being — you? Why aren’t you good enough? Why are you trying to prove to everyone that your “someone” and demand special attention?

I’m sorry, but on a plane, you’re not special. You have to wait in line to use the bathroom and wait to buy food or order a drink. You are like everyone else in every way. Unless, of course, you really are someone and you’re boarding pass says “first class.”

Then, you’ve got my attention.

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