For most people the idea of spending your life, every day of it, traveling on airplanes from one airport to the next without a break sounds very much like purgatory, if not Hell itself. Even if you get to travel in first class and use the attendant lounges and hotels. Ben Schlappig, on the other hand, professes not only to actually do this, but to like it. He’s profiled by Rolling Stone:
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The boarding procedure has barely started at Chicago O’Hare, and Ben Schlappig has already taken over the first-class cabin. Inside Cathay Pacific Flight 807 bound for Hong Kong, he’s passing out a couple of hundred dollars’ worth of designer chocolates to a small swarm of giggling flight attendants. The six suites in this leather-bound playpen of faux mahogany and fresh-cut flowers comprise the inner sanctum of commercial flight that few ever witness. They’re mostly empty now, save for two men in their twenties who seem even giddier than the flight attendants.