Sitting in the business class lounge in Sydney International Airport, I am reminded as to why I like to travel business class. It's not the lounge, it's the wonderful experience of sailing past crowds of people queuing to check in, to board the plane; to be referred to by your name; the je ne c'est quoi. It's the wonderful feeling of superiority that only money can buy. Who the hell says money doesn't buy love? I kinda like the "love" money buys. LOL!
After a "most expensive tax ride in the world" literally, $67 for half an hour, I am wondering why us Aussie's accept these kind of ripoffs without so much as a measly complaint?
