THE FRIENDLY SKIES?
If ever you’ve been on an airplane, the experience can be as stressful as a day at the salt mine. To board your plane on time you have to arrive at the airport hours in advance while your jet is still refueling in Cucamonga.If you are lucky enough to traverse the maze of a metropolitan airport you know how much energy it takes to travel, and that’s just reaching a gate! It’s no wonder they call it a terminal! There are shops filled with $7 coffee, flip flops for $10 (you can get a bushel of ‘em for a buck at the dollar store), and my favorite, the airport bar. Getting a healthy airline size drink (the kind that comes in a Billy Barty baby sized bottle) can cost you twelve bucks. In my day that was a month of beer money.
The airline industry is the only one where you can buy a product (a ticket) and find out that “ooops we sold too many”. If you want to get squeezed on the plane you’ll have to sit in the bathroom for the flight. Talk about your mile high club!
You could of course wait in the airport for another flight. “There will be another one along shortly,” is attendant doublespeak meaning “pull up a trash-bag pillow for a few hours pal and enjoy a snooze on the floor of the skid row airport hotel”. Sometimes during holidays you’ll see rows of bodies in the airport Bowery.
You’ll find yourself wheezing when you finally arrive at your gate which is usually after a mile and a half jaunt. Often large airports take travelers to long distance gates via some sort of semi-altered golf cart. That thing is always loaded with enough people to make it look like monkeys clinging to the banana tree at harvest time.
All of these honors you get to endure after you have been subjected to security! If you look like Habib the Gypsy Boy then they may take a glance at you. Inexplicably though, if you seem more like Grandma Moses, Pa Kettle, or Average Joe you might have anything inflicted upon you from the shoe search given by a frustrated out of work porn actor tuned security wiz with a foot fetish, to a full out strip search by the guy who always wanted to be a proctologist but couldn’t cut it because of his oversized knuckles!
Once on the plane you have wonderful options of entertainment. The first course is the stewardess doing the crash run through to a chorus of cackles from the indifferent and sarcastic passengers. These fellow passengers will have the fear of God in their eye as they fight you for the flotation device that’s under your butt if the big nose dive comes.
Today’s stewardess crews are tougher than the prim and prissy types of the past. Though they have a pleasant smile they seem more like your sister during that time of the month. They’re not much fun in an enclosed space for five or ten thousand miles. It’s almost like enduring adolescence all over again.
Seats that are as comfortable as a bus terminal bench and poor ventilation make your trip all the more precious. Add a few screaming babies and you’d be in steerage on the boat from ol’ Calcutta.
Of course it’s not all bad. Modern marvels of aerospace technology have you going from coast to coast in a matter hours. You’ll be grateful enough that when you land you’ll kiss the ground under your feet. That is of course until you find out that while you may be in New York; your luggage is in Denmark having a better vacation than you!!
The airline industry is the only one where you can buy a product (a ticket) and find out that “ooops we sold too many”. If you want to get squeezed on the plane you’ll have to sit in the bathroom for the flight. Talk about your mile high club!
You could of course wait in the airport for another flight. “There will be another one along shortly,” is attendant doublespeak meaning “pull up a trash-bag pillow for a few hours pal and enjoy a snooze on the floor of the skid row airport hotel”. Sometimes during holidays you’ll see rows of bodies in the airport Bowery.
You’ll find yourself wheezing when you finally arrive at your gate which is usually after a mile and a half jaunt. Often large airports take travelers to long distance gates via some sort of semi-altered golf cart. That thing is always loaded with enough people to make it look like monkeys clinging to the banana tree at harvest time.
All of these honors you get to endure after you have been subjected to security! If you look like Habib the Gypsy Boy then they may take a glance at you. Inexplicably though, if you seem more like Grandma Moses, Pa Kettle, or Average Joe you might have anything inflicted upon you from the shoe search given by a frustrated out of work porn actor tuned security wiz with a foot fetish, to a full out strip search by the guy who always wanted to be a proctologist but couldn’t cut it because of his oversized knuckles!
Once on the plane you have wonderful options of entertainment. The first course is the stewardess doing the crash run through to a chorus of cackles from the indifferent and sarcastic passengers. These fellow passengers will have the fear of God in their eye as they fight you for the flotation device that’s under your butt if the big nose dive comes.
Today’s stewardess crews are tougher than the prim and prissy types of the past. Though they have a pleasant smile they seem more like your sister during that time of the month. They’re not much fun in an enclosed space for five or ten thousand miles. It’s almost like enduring adolescence all over again.
Seats that are as comfortable as a bus terminal bench and poor ventilation make your trip all the more precious. Add a few screaming babies and you’d be in steerage on the boat from ol’ Calcutta.
Of course it’s not all bad. Modern marvels of aerospace technology have you going from coast to coast in a matter hours. You’ll be grateful enough that when you land you’ll kiss the ground under your feet. That is of course until you find out that while you may be in New York; your luggage is in Denmark having a better vacation than you!!
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