I only fly 5-6 times a year on vacation so elite status eludes me. Since I'm on vacation I'm going to relax and enjoy myself. I'm amused by both the elite and the coach lice, kicked back in my chair knowing my seat will be waiting for me when the time comes. My carry-on is small and fits under the seat leaving plenty of legroom on each side to stretch out. So I people watch (always fun in an airport anyway). On one side are the elites, antsy and anxious to get their F seat and their overhead space, on the other the coach people crowding the gate, who look like they fly once every three years. We're all going to leave at the same time and arrive at the same time. Reminds me of the people on the road who go speeding by, then you see them at the next red light. Life is really too short to be worrying about the things that some people do.