Elbow-to-elbow seating, oversized comfort pets, midcabin standoffs — and passengers armed with their smartphones. A new era in air travel has some Americans tweeting mad.
By JAMES RAINEY SEP 26, 2017
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WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME someone told you they loved flying? Or even said they liked it? Or that they couldn’t wait to get back in the air?
In the spring and summer of America’s flying discontent, it’s likely your anxiety began to mount long before reaching the jetway. You felt nickeled and dimed by charges for everything: extra leg room, a snack, a thin blanket, an advance seat assignment. If you weren’t blindsided by a tumultuous curbside check-in, you might have stumbled over new complexities at a security checkpoint (Coming soon: mandatory screening, in separate security bins, of almost ALL electronic devices!) or arrived at your gate to find there was nowhere to sit.
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This story struck a chord with me.
The last time I flew for pleasure I went first class. I figured it was my last trip to Las Vegas. Who knew it would be my last airplane trip.
I saw the “great unwashed” in the back of the plane and the sheer discomfort they were in.
From time to time, I read the horror stories.
No way I’d do that again.
I’d like to visit friends, but it has to be by car.
I think of John Madden, who never flew, as a new “patron saint”.
Ahh, the good old days. Gone for good.
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