The guy ahead of me here in the AMEX Centurion lounge at Miami Airport was trying to get in with a platinum card that had expired in 1997.
A for effort!
He was just incredulous that it didn’t still get him in and obviously wouldn’t pay the $50 per person that his newer, non-platinum card required.
His wife was even less impressed. Brass necks on the pair of them.
Meanwhile, here in the lounge, the backlog of delayed flights means it’s more like a crèche than a quiet business lounge. The sound from some of these moaning kids has necessitated use of my new in-ear earphones. Not quite noise-cancelling, but helping to block out some of the “But mom!” whining around me.