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I, too, remember flying when it was enjoyable. Has it been that long when: we wore our "Sunday best" (no jeans, sweats, tee shirts, tank tops, shorts, flip-flops, halter tops, hip huggers, underware UNDER our clothing, etc. for those of you in Rio Linda);
had "sky caps" who met you and carried YOUR LUGGAGE and out of the airport'; had Stewardess' who were well groomed friendly AND helpful; rarely had more than one stop to reach our destination; not to mention luxurious and roomy seating?
Now we're lucky if the slob in the seat next to you has bathed in the past week, wears clothes usually found in dumpsters and if they are within 100 lbs of their "desired" weight, use 1/3 of your seat as well.
They come on the plane carrying crates of what appears to be pigs and chickens that they attempt to cram in the overhead, smashing your belongings to a pulp.
I used to prefer a window seat but no longer can I tolerate being crammed in by these slobs so I sit on the aisle, however that is not without it's hazzards - crates of pigs and chickens hitting you in the head, some child who is left defensless by his or her parents, whacks you with his backpack.

I have even had a "flight attendant" sit a toddler next to me and ask me to "help him with his meal (back in the days when there was one) because his mommy is 6 rows ahead with a baby." I responded, "No thanks but I'll gladly give the you my seat so you can feed the child yourself."

Now we're lucky if the slob in the seat next to you has bathed in the past week, wears clothes usually found in dumpsters and if they are within 100 lbs of their "desired" weight, use 1/3 of your seat as well.
They come on the plane carrying crates of what appears to be pigs and chickens that they attempt to cram in the overhead, smashing your belongings to a pulp.
I used to prefer a window seat but no longer can I tolerate being crammed in by these slobs so I sit on the aisle, however that is not without it's hazzards - crates of pigs and chickens hitting you in the head, some child who is left defensless by his or her parents, whacks you with his backpack.

I have even had a "flight attendant" sit a toddler next to me and ask me to "help him with his meal (back in the days when there was one) because his mommy is 6 rows ahead with a baby." I responded, "No thanks but I'll gladly give the you my seat so you can feed the child yourself."

You OBVIOUSLY haven't flown the Pago Pago route on Hawaiian. It's a hoot when you land in Honolulu, and the baggage carousel has a broken cardboard box and ice and fish are strewn about..

Not even going to talk about weight...

But then, they do FEED you on Hawaiian. Though, because I wore shorts (heading to the tropics means dressing down) I missed out on lunching before the flight at a private club..