Sam Chui obsessed with trying first class on every airline

If you thought Pokémon collectors were intense, you haven’t met Sam Chui with his obsession for first class cabins. While normal humans board planes just to survive screaming babies and tiny pretzel bags, Sam boards like he’s entering Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. He doesn’t just fly; he curates the experience as if each reclining seat and champagne glass were part of the Louvre. For Sam, coach isn’t an option, it’s a personal insult.

The man treats every airline’s first class like a wine tasting tour. One day it’s Dom Pérignon on Emirates, the next it’s Krug on Singapore Airlines. He swirls his champagne like Gordon Ramsay swirls olive oil, sniffing for hints of altitude and recycled air. He’s less a passenger and more a Michelin inspector at 35,000 feet. Somewhere out there, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is counting dumbbells while Sam is counting bread rolls.

And don’t get me started on the amenity kits. Sam collects those like sneakerheads collect Jordans. Toothpaste the size of a Lego brick? He’ll rank it. Socks so thin they could double as onion skin? Five-minute review. A face mask embroidered with an airline logo? He treats it like Indiana Jones finding the lost ark. Meanwhile, the rest of us are just praying the WiFi doesn’t die before we can watch half an episode of Friends.

Every landing for Sam isn’t about getting to a destination. It’s about adding another shiny badge to his secret Boy Scout sash of luxury cabins. His living room probably looks like a Smithsonian exhibit of airline pajamas. While you’re bragging about your Spotify Wrapped, Sam is bragging about his tenth caviar service of the month.

So here’s to you, Sam. May your champagne stay bubbly, your seat always recline into a bed, and your collection of airline pajamas never run out of closet space.