A Boarding Pass to Denver and a Four-Star Military Pin
“I fly three hundred thousand miles a year with this airline,” Caldwell said.
“And we appreciate your loyalty,” the flight attendant said.
“Please step behind the blue line, sir.”
Caldwell took half a step back.
He stared at the flight attendant’s name tag.
The older couple ahead of us walked down the jet bridge.
I stepped up to the scanner with Sophie and laid our two crisp white ticket receipts on the glass.
The machine beeped twice, and a green light lit up on the podium.