Are you one of les miserables who flew over the Thanksgiving holidays?
I hope it wasn’t as bad as ….
Remember the good old days of air travel, the roomy seats with enough space to stretch your legs, the three course meals on china plates with real knives and real forks, and the “Would you like chicken, steak or pasta?” served even to the unwashed masses in the back of the plane…?
I know many people who’d dress up in their best outfits, we now wear sweat pants with elastic waists, shoes that slip off, and pay $10 for a sandwich with piece of something that calls itself cheese or meat on it.
Hard to believe less than a decade ago we’d show our photo identity once, and in our hand luggage we could carry any size bottles of water, alcohol, shampoo, our knitting plus any size needles, plus sewing scissors and Swiss Army penknives, and we never ever dreamed there’d be a day when we’d have to put our shoes on a conveyor belt and walk shoe-less, as if we were on the beach, through an x-ray scanner that showed us in our birthday suits, and allow some stranger to pat us up and down even in our most private areas. Is that progress?