Husband is rarely interested in movies, but because this one had been so cleverly promoted by American Airlines, it piqued his interest.
You see, Husband spends a lot time with American Airlines. Like George Clooney in the film, Husband travels light and navigates through the concourses of strange airports as well as he does streets of downtown Franklin. George spends his time between flights in the private lounge (the one behind the discreet, secret doors) and boasts of never buying a thing unless it adds to his frequent flyer account.
In the movie, George’s character flies around the country firing people for companies that are downsizing. Unfortunately, business is booming and that means George is always either taking off or landing. George has a goal–amassing 10 million miles making him a mythical, uber frequent flyer. In the movie, people reaching this milestone are visited by the chief pilot of American, feted with champagne and given their own titanium membership card.
But here’s what’s wrong.
In the movie we see George flying from Omaha to Dubuque to Milwaukee. He goes from Chicage to Denver to Dallas.
Short hops like those will not get you to 10 million miles. Not even in 20 years. Plus, most of those flights are on the commuter planes operated by American Eagle and the first-class seats we see George sitting in aren’t even available.
For most of us, our frequent flyer miles rarely add up to being worth more than a free magazine subscription. But if you fly on enough international flights and watch for deals offering double or triple rewards, you can earn some significant benefits.
In the movie, George finds out that those benefits aren’t worth as much as he thought they would be. In real life though, it’s nice to go behind those discreet, secret doors every now and then.