My friends and I are classy – any class(y). First class, second class, third class, middle class, last in class, and not necessarily in that order.
When Beaner planned a gathering at a not-so-local restaurant where a wine pairing was being held, Live Longer pulled out her stick it up your ass class.
“I don’t really go that far south. Plus, I’m concerned the food won’t be good. Same with the wine – especially if it is a local vineyard,” she told me.
I recognized this as her occasional Delta upgrade and Amazon Prime voice talking, so I played upon both.
“How about if we carpool? In fact, I can get you to Beaner’s and she can get us to the restaurant. I’ll even let you sit in the front seat. How’s that for an upgrade?”
The free delivery and upgrade to ‘first’ were all it took.
As we drove to the restaurant she again shared her concern about the vineyard being local and informed us, “I’m not drinking.”
Once we arrived, however, she quickly changed her tune.
“Is everyone pairing with the wine tonight?” the waitress asked.
“Yes,” Live Longer answered for all of us.
“I thought you weren’t drinking,” I said, inquisitively.
“I changed my mind,” she replied and added, “They ship the grapes from other states that I trust.”
So posh. So picky. So any classy.