It's a fine line sometimes. If it's clear that you are being dudded, then it can be worth making a fuss. After all, war has been declared and you are responding.
But if someone is doing their best, and is trying to satisfy a planeload of people when the flight has been cancelled by an engineering problem, then what's the point of getting stroppy?
I often frequent the elite lounges and cabins, but I play by the rules, On a long flight up front, it's fine to walk around in the flight pajamas they give you. It's expected.
But the instant you step through the curtain into economy to see a friend, you are suddenly the world's greatest wanker.
I find the test of a relationship also lies in dealing with the "friction" of travel. Finding the correct platform, hassling with the taxidriver, changing money, buying a ticket on the Metro. Does my partner handle this smoothly, or is everything a frustrating, delaying, embarrassing production?
I need to maximise my time in the lounge drinking the expensive bubbly, not getting sent back through security because my idiot friend didn't read the instructions.