As we recently learned from Sara, Jews are everywhere. From Los Angeles to Chi-Town, we are a seasoned people, a people of the world.

And last week, I was able to do some more first-person research into our travel habits.

While waiting in the terminal for my flight to leave LAX, I had the pleasure of sitting next to two glorious yet irritated Joans. Their flight to Jew York had been delayed by several hours by the time they graced my row with their presence, and they were passing the time by angrily debriefing the situation.

Well. Not five minutes after I took my seat next to them, an announcement was made that upgrades to first class were still available.

The Joan sitting next to me moved so fast that I didn’t even see her until her triumphant return, at which point the following conversation took place:

Joan 1: (waving tickets around in air) I just upgraded us to first class.

Joan 2: You didn’t.

Joan 1: I did. After all the bullshit we’ve been through, we’re riding first class.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the way a Jew debates. You go through some bullshit, you upgrade to first class - because dammit, we’ve been through enough.

And ain’t that the truth.