When I was flying back from London a few weeks ago, I slipped into a rabbit hole I haven’t tunneled out of since. I knew what I had paid for my seat, how many miles I had used for the indulgence of an upgrade.
Life and times of Jason since 2001
When I was flying back from London a few weeks ago, I slipped into a rabbit hole I haven’t tunneled out of since. I knew what I had paid for my seat, how many miles I had used for the indulgence of an upgrade.