When I took my first ever flight, on a Douglas DC-8 from Denver to NYC on August 28, 1961, the stewardesses were passing out small boxes of cigarettes. That was a long time ago and, seemingly, in a galaxy far, far away.
“1961, the stewardesses were passing out small boxes of cigarettes. That was a long time ago”
They were probably stunningly beautiful and friendly as well.
They better hurry up and invent a time machine—I want one and I want it now!