Filet mignon, garlic-chive mashed potatoes, cheddar broccoli.
Today, peanuts, if any.
Crashes, lucky then, lucky now.
Filet mignon, garlic-chive mashed potatoes, cheddar broccoli.
Today, peanuts, if any.
Crashes, lucky then, lucky now.
Most pilots leave the flight deck door open until the boarding doors close and they're quite happy to receive visitors.
Rows of people (much/most of the plane) smoking, with a flimsy curtain dividing them from the on-smoking section. Getting off with your clothes smelling like an ashtray.
Happily, there were empty seats in the back and I was able to move. Thank God, because it was a trans-Atlantic flight.
People have forgotten just how unpleasant the stink of tobacco smoke was.
I’ve not been on an airline that served peanuts for at least a decade. Too many allergy concerns.
Fuel burn per passenger mile has also gone steadily down. I wonder what’s gotten more efficient: the automobile or the aircraft.
At least very few go out of their way to choose unnecessarily large aircraft for their job.