BOOMER HERE - I can remember flying back in the 1960s and 70s. Men wore suits, women dresses, children in their Sunday best. People were friendly and had manners.
I stopped flying when airlines became Greyhounds in the sky.
another 2cents.. flying does feel like a cattle call. People push and shove to get on the plane because too many a holes bring 3 bags with them and need the overhead space. Start limiting carry ons, start using those metal boxes for the size. If it don't fit it goes into baggage. You get a purse and a small carryon. That must fit a certain size, go no go metal baggage size boxes at every gate.
raise your voice at anyone, you get a warning. 2nd time- you're off the flight.
no food on the 0lan3 other than pre packaged candy or crackers. No my tuna.fish sandwiches, cimchee, curry, onion salads, garlic knots, fish.
when I became a flight attendant in the 90s, I saw just about everything. Stinky barefoot hippie girls in bikini tops with bushy armpits going into Eugene, Oregon. Drunk bull riders of the NFR out of Las Vegas who never took off their hats, even while seated. (Oh, and professional *ahem* “showgirls” in strapless sequined ball gowns, 6-inch acrylic stilettos and fur coats we would pick up in Las Vegas and take to LA.) And the lobster-tan tourists in their Hilo Hattie shirts, board shorts and flip-flops we took from Honolulu and dropped in Denver, where it was 23 degrees and snowing.
And how many times did I have to stop a young mom before she took her barefoot child into the lavatory? “Think,” I would say, “Men stand up and pee in there during turbulence.”
And they broke out the drink carts if you were delayed on the tarmac.
And gave out decks of cards.
(Am I giving away my age?)
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