Air Travel: As Dignified as the F Train

I've always been a somewhat verbal critic of the way air travel has degraded from the halcyon days of people actually dressing for the flight, air hosts & hostesses smiling as they stroll the aisles inquiring if they might get you 'something to make your flight more comfortable', etc. to it's current state of humiliation, pain & suffering.

This 'news' item pretty much encapsulates how far things have come. [Man Relieves Himself in Air-Sickness Bag, (AP) Salt Lake City]

So once you've passed through TSA security checks and put all your clothes back on, still red-faced from the inevitable (and intimate!) pat-down, you face being sequestered in an aircraft on the runway for like, what 10 hours? Or if your plane does take off on time, you will be deprived either the opportunity to indulge in some sustenance or conversely, the opportunity to use facilities.

Eventually, I imagine we'll be traveling nude (perhaps in a diaper?), strapped to a padded board in a standing position, while mentally-ill indigents panhandle up and down the aisles.

Excuse me, could I please have a Sprite here in 7C?

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