Dressing Up For A Flight?

Uh, no.

The latest distraction being bandied about is that people should put on a jacket and tie to take a flight.

That would be comfortable, right?

I’ll put on a jacket and tie when I get a seat big enough to be able to hold a book without making contact with the person who is also sharing my seat.

People are so crammed in now.

You want civility?

Have the people carting us around maybe stop yelling at us the entire time.

“Are your pockets empty?” The guy asks in a nasty voice. Then he asks it five more damn times before you can take 3 steps.

God help you if you have a sip of water on you as you pass through the line.

On the plane there’s a ten minute lecture on buckling your seat belt.

Then are the wonderful moments when they hustle you onto the plane to hear:

“We are seventh in line for take-off.”

And you sit there for 40 minutes.

In a suit and freaking tie?

And then there is the deplaning issue.

The plane lands and people in the 20th row immediately stand up…

…if you’re seated next to them you get to sit there for a half an hour with their ass in your face.

I’m not nervous about flying, but I certainly don’t enjoy it.

If there is going to be a dress code because the transportation secretary and this goofy administration wants to go back to the 1960’s, I may not fly.

If we’re nostalgic for how wonderful it was to fly in yesteryear will we also bring back smoking?

A plane filled with smoke.

Full meals.

Dad in a tie, Mom in a dress, and all the kids clean and smiling.

Yeah, forget about it.

Yoga pants and shorts.

And jammed in like a sardine.

That’s how I like my flights.