I flew to Hawaii once with my parents. My folks flew in first while I flew in 'hospitality' (my folks had to pay for my ticket, plus dad is 6'7). My father came back to visit me in steerage several times to stretch his legs. Since he is quite gregarious, he took it upon himself to distribute first class amenities to other passengers and later tried to initiate a sing-song. I'll bet there are several passengers out there who are still scarred by the experience.