Dying in Style.

Hurling through space at 600 miles per hour is really for people sitting in first class. Everybody else on the plane is merely paying for gas.
The best thing about my life is, by far, “not remembering what the back of a Jet Engine looks like”.
I discovered this Car Service, which my employers regularly send out to get me, called BLS International. Luxury and Town cars, black, pure smell of leather, silent driver.
They can send out a car for you anywhere in the world…well…Anywhere someone like me would care to land into, after a 13 hour flight.
Basically, a private car cost exactly twice what a taxi would; not bad.
A first class airline ticket is 10 to 15 times more.

Once your neighbors have seen you getting out of one of those at 7:00 am, with all your luggage, they start to fear you.

There you go.