I took my dream flight earlier his year - upstairs on a Qantas Jumbo jet.
You see, when I was 6 years old, my family took a trip to New Zealand. My parents loved to be places early, and we arrived at the airport hours before check-in even opened. This was back when the old International Terminal in Brisbane had an observation deck upstairs, outside of security. And so my father took me up there and we watched planes take off and land. I was curious about the plane with a kangaroo on the tail and a camel hump on top. My father explained it was a Qantas Jumbo jet, and only really lucky people got to ride in the camel hump because that was business class. And, my father also explained, I would not be one of them.
Looking back he probably meant that I would not be in business class that day because we only had tickets for economy (in a 767, too). But I interpreted it as meaning I would *never* ride upstairs on a Qantas Jumbo jet. And the prophecy came true - a 767 to New Zealand and another 767 on the way back. But I was determined that *one day* I would ride a Qantas Jumbo jet upstairs. Mostly because my father told me I couldn't.
Fast forward a couple of decades to the year 2017. After several business class flights *downstairs* on a Qantas 747, I have finally managed to Advanced Seat Selection a seat upstairs. I deliberately booked a non-direct routing for the opportunity, and it paid off. At check-in, the agent has "good" news - Business is oversold, so he can change me to a direct flight, saving me 5 hours. OH HELL NO. There are phone calls to supervisors. "What happens if the passenger doesn't want to be changed to a different flight?" "Yes I told him it would save him 5 hours, he still said no!" They offer me $200, $300, $500... I ain't budging. I said I'd happily change to First Class on the parallel A380 flight - they refuse. Eventually they relent and give me my boarding pass - 12A.
And that was that. Honestly, if you remove the sentimentality and the novelty of being upstairs there are objectively better J seats on a Qantas 747. We all know it. But just that once - objectivity wasn't the point. I relished every minute of that flight.
Now if only my father had told me I'd never marry a supermodel...