Waddayamean, credit card number?

I feel queasy. I just bought my first Southwest Airlines plane ticket. Ick. How foreign to pull out my credit card to complete a reservation. My remaining passes will be expired before this trip in May - an office trip to Anaheim for a Dental Convention (ok, Disneyland, but I'm sure there's a Mass Disaster course somewhere I'll squeeze in). So this is how the traveling hoi poloi feel, paying hard-earned money to ride the silver birds. I'm not liking it. Being such the people-person I am (what ARE you sniggering at?!?), maybe I should get a job as a ticket agent to continue flying free. Ok, now that we've all gotten a good laugh in, I'm rethinking the $149 I just spent and what that means. I just might get an A-group boarding pass - no more wedging into middle seats (see post about POS'es). No more guilt asking for a second glass of spicy tomato. No more contingency plans if I don't make my destination on the same day as leaving home. And, the holy grail: actually getting vouchers if I'm bumped off a flight! Not quite worth trading the freedom to hop a flight to, say, Nome on a whim. Better start sharpening my cheap-flight google skills for the upcoming year.