Not very long
time ago I had one of those moments in which you simply stop and start thinking
about your life. Yes, even so I´m very used to fake oxygen my brain can still
produce synapses.
I remembered my grandmother from my mothers´ side explaining me the glory days, the golden era of jet-set. My grandmother was a flight attendant or as she liked to say ´stewardess´ for a very distinguished airline in USA in the 1950´s.
I remembered how
her eyes (even so she was 90 years old back then) sparkled each time she spoke
about it. The glory days were passengers actually knew what soap and shampoo
was before going to an airport. Those days were people groomed up for a flight
even if it was a short or an extra long haul. The days were a stewardess really
had to have pose, the days were you had it or didn't have it.
Now a day is simply about height, how much languages you can speak and if red looks good in your lips.
As we all know the true concept about travelling has changed
tremendously over the decades: in-flight gourmet service is not the same as
before (when a meal tray was prepared it had lobster and roast beef, not just
already pre-cut pieces, no. We are talking about the real thing here); they
used real non synthetic fabric for seats; appetizers were served in real full
scale glasses (not those little useless ones that I have to purr your whisky or
wine).
My grandmother
used to tell me that airports were a sort of fashion parades, mainly from
France and Italy. Women wore this tight silhouette dresses (even though some
were a little but chubby) while men walked around in their tailor made suits. Luggage
was also very different. Leather fabric suitcases were carried along in each
terminal and women just had a small or medium purse as hand luggage, that was it;
it was the era were people wore perfumes that they applied in
their homes (duty free didn´t exist) and it was the time were woman applied
make-up before and during each flight: “I need to powder my nose”.
Those were the
days were there was only First and Coach, not this rare modern invention of
Business Class. Or you were wealthy or rich, that was it.
In all of her
years of career she never had an issue with a passenger, not even once. She
used to explain that passengers were polite and friendly towards crew; they
didn´t have the need to show that they were heading to a destination or that
they had money. Of course that she might have encountered a passenger like that
during all her years but it wasn´t a majority as it is now a days.
Yes, I know that
things changed a lot during these past decades. But from my humble point of
view I believe is passenger´s fault that things are the way they are.
Passenger´s are the ones that simply stop caring about others and themselves. Now
a day’s passenger’s travel in flip flops or in this horrible man made things
called crocks as it is more “comfortable”. Question: why should I have the need
to see your feet? Also, it seems that passengers truly believe that soap and shampoo
may hurt them. Do you have an idea how many times have I crossed someone who
smelled literally as something that was rotten and fermented at the same time? And
even I´m not going to go `there`, and there is: how disgusting a passenger
might be when he / she eats. They barf and chew with their mouths open and
spill everything around leaving chunks of spit-food in their trays that then we
have to pick up with a glorious big smile.
Is not the
airline industry that has decayed the art of travelling over the decades. They just addapted to it: now-a-days
travelling experience has become a massive industry when years ago was just for
a selected group.
But really, is
that hard to say thank you, excuse me, may I or goodbye? I know how to say it
in 5 different languages, pick your choice.
(I don´t own the above picture)
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