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The ironic thing was, the "regular" line ended up moving much faster and we both would have been assisted faster if we had stood in that line.
LOL---Your comment that the low life line moved faster than the aristocracy line reminded me of the time we ran into a similar situation.
Had nothing to do with loyalty status though but first class versus coach. We got off the ship in Lisbon after an almost three month cruise. So did a lot of others, we all had reservations on the same early morning B.A. flight to London, about 50 of us. As we were all lined up to check in, B.A. made an announcement the flight was canceled due a sick pilot and they had no others that day. But they would endeavor to get us all up to London on other airlines. We were herded to a special check in desk where they made two lines, one first class the other coach. We were coach. In addition there were other passengers mixed in not from the cruise ship.
The agents not only had to get passengers booked up to London but to arrange for connecting flights to about everywhere on earth because passengers were missing connections at London due the huge delay. It was taking forever and even though we had about seven hours to play with before our flight left London for Seattle, we still had ahead of us the flight to London plus the gauntlet of security and immigration turmoil that awaited us at the worst nightmare airport on earth "Heathrow". Agents were going up and down the lines checking our connect times. At some point one of them told us to move over into the 1st class line, of course they weren't about to move us across but we had to start at the end of that line. One look at that angry line of agitated vipers told me to stay where we were. Turned out the coach line moved at least three times faster than the 1st Class line and the folks in it were much more congenial. When many of the first class types got to the head of the line they wanted to be treated like royalty and engaged in lengthy discourse with the agents over the most trivial of detail. One 1st class passenger, who was very tight on connections, finally blew up and started screaming at a 1st class passenger lady at the counter who apparently felt she was the "Queen of Sheba.
Anyway, we made it with five hours to spare but by the time Heathrow got us to the departure gate we only had 30 minutes to go. At which time, B.A. told us they had given our seats to other passengers since we were late checking in. At that point I turned into a viper too