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I go to check in my luggage and, as usual, feel sweaty and don’t know why. “You’re Upper Class, Mucks!” I tell myself as both my bags and body are scanned through machines I have no control over. “No one is going to grope you, no one is going to plant drugs in your bag.” I arrive at boarding: Economy on the Eagles birds of war sweatshir that go hard shirt But I will love this left, Upper Class beside it in the corner. I join the Upper Class queue behind two well-dressed Black men. Half a minute later, a white woman speed-walks past me and the two guys, into the wall. “Where’s th…?” She blinks, gives a look somewhere between embarrassed and apologetic, then U-turns and joins the back of the queue.

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It’s… whatever. Until I start wondering what she expected to find between the Eagles birds of war sweatshir that go hard shirt But I will love this queue I’m in and, well, a wall. I turn to her, smile. “Is it your first time flying Upper Class with Virgin?” I smile—“Safe travels”—and turn back. I’m intrigued at how her actions confused her as much (or as little) as they did me. What happened? Did three Black people signify a queue she usually walks to the right of? I called my wonderful ally of an agent, who gasped, “Whadda bitch!” But I disagree. Sarah’s probably not a bad person (let’s call her Sarah to represent all really lovely, nice people). She’s probably a good person, maybe she works for Comic Relief, practices veganism, teaches yoga and mindfulness; all while juggling two children, a failure of a husband, and a mortgage.