Where the Elite Meet to Eat Little Pretzel Treats!

Just got (a week or two late) my updated United Mileage Plus “Premier” card. Which is both appalling that I travel that much, and kinda cool that I’m One of the Chosen Ones.

While there’s a whole brochure of all the Cool Stuff it does for me, the two most important things are:

1. I get to go through the Elite Premier VIP Poobah short line at airport security (which often isn’t any longer than the Plebeian Steerage line, but, what the hey).
2. I get to board first … well, first after First Class and Platinum Diamond-Studded Elite and 5 Million Mile passengers.

In both of the above, they let Margie and Kitten along with me, the Aura of my Eliteness extending even unto them. I also have my own reservation phone line, get first dibs on Economy Plus seats, priority on upgrades, etc.

Looking at the report, I see I flew 28,400 miles on United; 25,000 is the threshold. (You need to do double that to become a Premier Executive — heaven knows what they get).