U.S. President Donald Trump speaks to members of press aboard Air Force One on Nov. 14. Trump recently called a female reporter 'Piggy' while aboard the plane.Roberto Schmidt/Getty Images

The indignities of flight are myriad. You, economy-class traveller, pack your trial-size face wash and liquid hair products into Ziploc bags; dump out the bottle of water that could, if it were permitted, keep you hydrated for the ordeal ahead; cram yourself into a security line built into a terminal that was never meant to accommodate quite this volume of humanity; inch your way toward your seat; hoist your luggage into the overhead bin – if you can find room for it, before, God forbid, having to summon a flight attendant for help; jam yourself into your spot, tuck in your legs, and enjoy.

Then, after laying out 12 bucks for a meh chicken wrap, you do it all again for the deplane shuffle, as passengers Jenga their way off, perhaps with someone champing at the bit (and jabbing their roller suitcase into your legs) to get out, possibly because they are about to miss a connection.

Further, the flight experience seems to be the one place left in the world where the class system is not just downplayed – an embarrassing leftover from an era when societal hierarchy was the acceptable norm – but outwardly flashed in all of our faces. Suck it, plebs.

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