Paying to get into a President's Club? You're Kidding Me, Right?
Last weekend, I quite unintentionally qualified for free PC admittance via my FC fare from SJU to EWR, a route which CO for some geopolitically-challenged reason considers an international flight. Anyway, in I trapes to the SJU PC (which is maddeningly well hidden on the third floor) expecting wonders beyond belief...or at least something to write home about. What do I see? Some cushy chairs, pretzels, boring people and an attentive but ultimately inconsequential staff. And, oh yeah, free drinks.
Pardon me, but BFD! I'd've rather camped out in the airport bar. Anyway, I served my three hour sentence with aplomb, knowing I would eventually end up at EWR, where, being a hub airport and all, the PC(s) would be nonparallel! Right? Right?
Wrong! The PC(s) at EWR are better than SJU's, I admit that. Much better. But still, it's a bland, disappointing experience, almost library-like with a deafening quietness in there. I didn't want to stay. And I was getting in for FREE!
What am I missing? Why would anyone pay to get in to a PC? Or, is everyone in there (except me) getting in on their company's dime? Pray tell.