It seems to be a common tradition among Midwestern husbands to collect points in order to get a business class trip somewhere (and back) for the wife. Usually you are supposed to get it by the time she turns 50.
And it’s working classes, too. The pedicurist’s steel worker husband did it for her. How N, who communicates with nobody and is probably unaware that the region wherw we live is called the Midwest, knows about it is a mystery. It must be in the air.