Normally, I'm okay with not being fabulously wealthy, but when I boarded the plane from New York to Hong Kong, a 16+ hour direct flight, I walked past those pod people, those people in First Class with a full private cell with recliner, I hated them. My own brother is a pod person, and for that moment, I hated him, too. I'm not proud of it, but there it is.
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