When Kathryn boarded the Charlotte-to-Phoenix leg of our return trip from Richmond, she was already an attractive woman. By the time we landed, though, something had changed. She seemed even sexier. More radiant.
She had become Silver Preferred.
I hadn’t really given it much thought before the trip, but we’ve flown together quite a lot in 2011, and it’s all been on US Airways. Kathryn also flew solo twice for business and once to visit an aunt in Florida, earning US Airways miles for all but one segment. Just enough, it turns out, to squeak into Silver Preferred status with just a few hundred miles to spare.
My wife has an amazing ability to slip into a near-comatose state from the moment the cabin door slams shut until the moment the main gear touches down. I like to say she slept her way to elite status. The double entendre amuses me.
I’m sure the sudden uptick in my attraction to Kathryn has absolutely nothing to do with the fact she can get me first-class upgrades, free checked bags, and priority boarding on US Airways whenever I fly with her through February 2013.
Of course, I am concerned she may decide she’s too good for me.