“The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many” (Matthew 20:28).
As a college student, I worked weekends for the Pullman Company, the people who operated the sleeper cars on passenger trains. It used to fascinate me how people who wished to travel by Pullman had to pay through the nose.
First, their standard ticket had to be upgraded to first class. This means they were paying extra for the privilege of renting space in the sleeper car. Then, they paid for the suite or roomette.
I wondered if they did not know the company was sticking it to them. (I believe this three-tiered system is still the custom on Amtrak.)
When I began traveling by plane, I was amazed to see people paying astronomical fares for first class. Same plane, a little more legroom, coffee in a china cup instead of Styrofoam, and get to deplane first. That was about it. A status thing? I imagine so.
In the Texas of the 1800s, the stagecoach lines had three levels of tickets: first, second, and third class. This had nothing to do with where you sat, the food you ate, or when you disembarked. It involved what you did when the coach got into trouble.