Who let him in here? That sweaty…backpacker shuffling around the Blue Ribbon Club Lounge? Look at him pile his plate high with the free food and–and he just swiped three cans of soda from the refrigerator! He’s just putting them in his bag for later! That’s clear abuse of the lounge’s complimentary drinks. Clear abuse! And he’s just taken his shoes off! He’s sitting at the tables, barefoot! God, he’s so close I can almost smell him.
Matt glances over at the businesswoman leering at him. He maintains eye contact as he wrestles with stuffing an entire pork bun into his mouth. She shies away back into her magazine. Who reads magazines anymore? Apparently everyone; the airport lounge is full of them! Whatever. The airline status he’d accrued through dozens of flight segments at his last job affords him complimentary access to the facilities here in Bangkok. So he’s here for the non-magazine amenities.
He leans back in his chair. He’s still surprised they let him in after the commotion he caused at security.