Ok, so I’m almost half way through my four hour stop over in San Juan Puerto Rico (still trying to figure out if people here speak English or Spanish) anyhow, when my boss and I got here we asked American Airlines where the lounge is. They said that the lounge is for members only and very sorry but even though we paid a whole hell of a lot for our tickets we cannot go into the lounge (where you still have to pay if you want a scrappy little sandwich).

Anyway (and appologies, this story seems to be taking a long time to tell itself) I said to my boss, ‘I think I’m going to go and see if I can get in anyway.’ and my boss said, ‘I’m just going to wait here for the flight.’

Ok, so off I went. I get to the lounge and hand over my ticket at the registration desk as if I have every right to be here (expensive ticket and all) or at least I act as if I haven’t just been told straight up that I don’t have any right to be here.

The woman at the registration desk informs me that since I am travelling domestically (Puerto Rico being either an English-speaking or a Spanish-speaking territory of the US) I don’t actually have access to the lounge.

BUT

She decided to make an exception since I had flown to Antigua on British Airways a week ago…as long as I don’t tell anybody.

So there’s my boss sitting in the uncomfortable seats by the gate and here I am typing away in a very nice corner of the lounge (without a crappy sandwich cause I am not paying six dollars for a soggy croisant when I have a perfectly good smooshed granola bar in my bag) and I’m feeling this terrible sense of guilt.

Part of me thinks I should go and give my boss the heads up that the lounge lady can be persuaded to make exceptions.

Another part of me is afraid that if I leave I won’t be let back in again. And besides my boss didn’t fly on British Airways a week ago. And besides again, he did choose to stay behind while I tried my luck. And besides one final time, he did ask me to change my Christmas vacation which was not at all nice to do.

So here I am, and he’s out there and I am officialy a lounge hog.