Sitting in the Concorde Dining Room section at IAD. Lady comes and sits in there. Station manager asks to see her boarding pass and she refuses, saying it's at the other end of the lounge, she's not going to get it, and she's Gold so why can't she just sit here. She's hot and flustered, so needed to sit down, etc. Incredibly rude to the lounge attendant. Eventually she moved, huffing as she went.
Cut to boarding, Group 1, bottom deck of an A380: same lady, now with her daughter (group 3 on boarding pass), is ahead of me and asks for the IFM at the door of the aircraft. He happened to be there greeting people.
Her: "Ahh, hello, I just wanted to give you this bottle of wine from duty free. Just to say thank you for looking after us on this flight."
Him: "That's very kind of you, thank you."
Her: "... Anyway, I'm in 13A (CW) and my daughter is in 70A (WT?)..." Said with a strong hint, hint, nudge, nudge.
Him: "Oh, well I'm sorry to say your daughter has boarded the wrong deck, so she'll need to head upstairs."
Her: "Oh, really? Oh that's a shame. Yeah. Would she be able to just sit next to me then?"
Him: "I'm afraid not, no."
At this point a queue was forming and I just skirted around them, but the naked transparency and hollowness of the 'gift' is so astounding to me it makes me cringe just thinking about it
