I was sitting in my seat in row 21C on my flight out of Minneapolis. I hadn’t put my seatbelt on yet, as I knew I would have to move, once the passengers in seats A and B arrived. However, the airplane doors closed without anyone joining me. Bingo! I had just scored “poor man’s business class”. A whole row to myself. No fighting over the armrest, no having to time your trips to the bathroom, and best of all, the ability to stretch out and catch a bit of sleep, in a position other than sitting up straight. Oh’ boy, good times!