Being that I was on the tail end of my hairline fracture healing I had opted to ditch my orthopedic boot once in New York and don regular boots and kicks for the weekend. The kicks I had recently acquired were old school high tops with velcro straps so I felt like they, essentially, were the same design as the boot, thus, would provide good support.
At the end of the trip, my feet were ready for a rest, but my toe wasn’t giving me too much grief. Live Longer had been keeping an eye on our flight in hopes that we would both get upgraded to first class – something my hairline fracture would much appreciate. When we arrived at the airport we checked in and learned we were both on the list but neither were upgraded.
As we got closer to boarding we realized the plane was most likely full and boarding could end up being ridiculous. We checked to see if we had been upgraded; sadly, we had not. “Go put your pre-board boot on,” Live Longer advised me and we headed to an adjacent gate where I could change from my cute boot to my orthopedic boot. “Why do I feel like I’m committing a crime?” I asked. “You’re not, you’re still in the healing phase,” she replied.
A few minutes later we returned to the gate, just in time for the pre-board. As we checked in the gate agent told Live Longer, “You got upgraded to first class,” then checked me in and coldly said, “You did not.”
I pulled myself up by the velcro straps on my orthopedic boot and made my way to coach. No need to fret – I may not have been in first, but I was on first and sometimes that is all that matters.