Remember when they gave you a wing pin of the airline when you flew? Flight attendants were “stewardesses” and “stewards”, and of course you had to make sure to book your seat as far away from the smoking section as you could, as nothing smells quite as bitter and disgusting as recycled air tinged with kerosene and stale smoke (even if you are a smoker), and everyone ordered Bloody Marys and Rum and Cokes with their dinner. The first time I asked for a wing pin and was handed a plastic sticker i vaguely sensed more disposable times were afoot…
