So this past weekend I got to fly first class again. Even though the flight was short, (Detroit to Virginia) I still loved every second of it.Ok, it wasn't as nice as the picture but I still love it.
I went halfway through the flight and I still wasn't able to make conversation with the Asian gentlemen next to me. What a waste, I thought, If I can't find out what he does and who he is, then what kind of future millionaire am I. Then I peeped his monogrammed socks and that was it! I had to find out more. He looked visibly bored so I offered up the Wall Street Journal. This accomplished two things: 1. He was impressed that a hip hop head such as myself – dressed in the shirt from one of my companies - not only did I have a copy of the journal it was labeled with my name showing that I'm a subscriber. 2. Now he was just as intrigued about me as I was about him.
Score 1 for the future millionaires. By the time the flight landed I had this tenured professor, Phd from Michigan State, raised in Philly, 26 years living in MI, teaching in Virginia on the weekend, advid mountain biker crackin up. He was even tapping my arm and pointing to stuff out of the window for me to take note of. I never got his name or exchanged cards but when I left he said, "Take care man". It was at that point that I realized we had been the only two passengers in first class that spoke the entire trip.
Go figure. Politicking with anyone anywhere is a skill that is mandatory for the self made millionaire. I got that part of the game down flat.
MJL
1st Class,
Flying
Millionaire
NorthWest Airlines


