True confessions, and don't tell my non-frequent flyer friends, either. I confide my obsession to my wife only (and she is a therapist--how convenient). Yet sometimes she is not only my confidant, she finds herself unexpectedly the product of it as well.

Okay, "sweetie," we're going from LAX to TUL. Now, "dear," since you have miles with NW, and I have miles with UAL, we'll need to take different flights on different airlines. Okay. You have a nice long flight on a "nicer" plane out of LAX (757) and I'm on an old 727. We'll get there about the "same time." I "forget" to tell her that she has to fly all the way to Memphis first (past Tulsa; of course, in my mind it's more miles) and then to board a beechcraft prop for an 1.5 hr trip West to Tulsa. Of course we do get in TUL about the same time: my flight was direct through Denver (no change of planes) and arrives about 3pm--of course I left 2.5 hours after she did.

I meed her in TUL. "A "nicer"!! plane," she says. Gee you didn't tell me about the "puddle jumper" from Memphis. "AH, ah, ah, well, honey..... "we need the miles''(famous quote).

Embarassing per se, not really. Misleading my wife for miles: yes.

[we laugh about it now. However, I never told her that I didn't have to change planes in Denver.]

[This message has been edited by JeffLewis2 (edited 06-09-1999).]