Happy Wednesday to all of our travel friends, both near and far! Here are some articles we’ve read from other bloggers (and other sources) that we think you may like, as well, so we’re passing them along.
If you’ve ever used one of the
teeny tiny lavatories on a plane, especially towards the end of the flight, you know it’s not a very pleasant experience. I’m talking just 1 or 2 steps better than a port-a-potty. You’ve got no room to move, there’s mysterious liquid on the floor, not-so-mysterious pale yellow liquid on the toilet seat, the garbage is overflowing and the sink and little 6″ x 12″ counter usually look like someone sprayed them with a firehose. At least there’s still enough toilet paper and soap, but that’s really the room’s only saving grace.
What’s up with that? Isn’t there someone scheduled to make sure it’s cleaned up during the flight?
The first time I ever went on a plane was February, 1979 and I’m pretty sure the flight (Eastern Airlines, then “The Official Airline of Walt Disney World” – it was our first visit to WDW) had a smoking section. I don’t remember if my second (also Eastern, also WDW, but January, 1983) or third (Bethel ME, March 1985…Peoples Express. We went skiing and I got drunk on a can and a half of beer. Why do I remember this crap???) flights allowed smoking, but by my NEXT flight (again WDW, Sept. 1992…Delta, because THAT was then The Official Airline Blah Blah Blah) and all those thereafter definitely did not. And yet, even today, almost 20 years since the last cigarette was allowed to be smoked on ANY plane (domestic, international, anywhere in the world; doesn’t matter), you can still find ashtrays in every single one of them.
Welp, I found out 😉