To see a clear demarcation of the social classes in American society, one need look no further than the boarding process on US Airways.
First, the announcement: “We are ready to begin boarding the aircraft by zone.” Then they immediately begin to board the aircraft by caste.
First, military personel.
Second, “first” class.
Third, Dividend Miles Preferred members
Fourth, Star Alliance Silver, Gold, and Platinum members.
Fifth, US Airways Premier World MasterCard® holders and US Airways® Visa Signature® card holders are invited to board via the Priority Access line, while Zones 1 and 2 (consisting of Bulkhead seats, exit row seats, and ChoiceSeats) boards via the “coach class” lane. Passenger is the Priority Access line are encouraged to cut in front of the rabble in the coach line. To be perfectly clear, Zones 1-2 have nothing to do with actual physical region of the plane.
Finally, Zones 3 – 5. “Does anyone want to gate check a roller bag?” they ask. “If you’re in Zones 3 to 5, you’ll probably have to do it anyways.”
Another successful operation.
I have posted a set of cereal reviews. They are more exciting than they sound.
Fun with pancakes! Not bad for my first time. Thanks, Saipancakes!
“Ergodicity” is the property of a time-varying system that all sets of initial conditions are ultimately spread into the same bland, homogeneous distribution. In honor of the lecture during which I doodled this, which I have to assume was fantastic, I have entitled this composition “A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Inevitable Heat-Death Of The Universe.”
It’s a website! And although it is still under construction, there is now enough content that I am not ashamed to give out the URL. This will be my website for research, music, and everything else. You wish you had thought of putting all your stuff on a website! Or you already did think of it, and you made a page on Geocities or Homestead or Tripod or Angelfire and it was awesome, but you were thirteen years old then and now you are scared to go back there because you would have to own up to the fact that you were an awful writer with no taste in fonts or background colors and everything you thought was important actually wasn’t. Or maybe that’s just what the internet was like in the ’90s. *cough* NEOPETS *cough*