Sitting in first class in the first few rows of a plane can be heavenly. On the rare occasion when my phone buzzes to alert me that I’ve been upgraded, it feels like winning the lottery. Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen nearly as much as I wish it did, so I’ve developed a strategy to make my inevitable coach flights a little bit more bearable. With some preparation, I can walk right past those ten lucky (or rich) people—already sitting comfortably with ample leg room and a mimosa in hand—and my jealous rage can be tamed (if only just a little).