I have told you many times that I am married to Mr. Diamond.  He takes great pride in his Delta Diamond status.  I am not sure if “I” think it is all that great because it takes him away from me too often but it is a part of his job and we are both very thankful for that.   So no complaints.   Plus sometimes it affords me some bonuses, too.

This past week he reached Diamond status again for the coming year.  One of  the things that he can do is “gift” a higher status to someone of his choosing.  Pick me!  Pick me!!!

I obviously jumped high enough and you may now refer to me as Goldie as he gifted me a jump up from my Silver status.  Silver does not get the traveler too much anymore but Gold—Gold is, shall we say, Golden.

One of the thrills of flying weekly is the continual source of seat mates and interesting stories.  You see over the years Chris has “inherited” my gift.  You know that gift I have of having total strangers tell me their life story?    Well I have gifted that to my dearly beloved and he quite often messages me from inflight telling me the tale of his latest seat mate.

Last week I thought he was going to burst a vein or something when he landed and told me about his seat mate.  Seems he was on one of those small planes where there is no first class.  So Mr. Diamond had to fly in steerage with the rest of the commoners.  (Like me.)   He is 6’2″ and those small planes have pretty small seats.  He was crammed in and his seat mate was as tall if not taller than he was.  2 over 6 foot business travelers at the end of the week crammed into a tiny space = discomfort.

My darling husband referred to his seat mate as Dick and he told me that Dick had stated “your leg is touching mine”.  Okayyyyy……..now I personally like it when his leg touches mine but in this case I guess it was not acceptable so Chris took the high road (he was tired) and tried to contain his leg seepage.   He said that Dick was kind of a jerk about the whole thing and so he promptly put his headphones on, retracted what skin he could from the “neutral zone” and went to sleep.   But he was miffed.   Seriously.  It is hard to not lop over on some of those planes and it isn’t like he meant to do it.  Dick was just being…….well…..a jerk.

So now, of course, you know what the phrase in our house is.

Hopefully this week he will be back in first class and there won’t be any leg seepage next door.