Recently while riding cross-country from LAX to ATL aboard a 767 I got a (pleasant) reminder of the way it used to be, back when there was no government agency to ensure that each and every one of us was always meek and mild.
My internal hydraulic pressure had initiated the warning sequence that my retention system would fail prior to arrival in Atlanta, so I went off to the wee room to reduce the pressure. Although I hadn't urinated on my hands, nor had the item I'd held been anywhere I wouldn't put my mouth, a hand washing was still in order. There, at the bottom of the mirror that reflected the gray stubble of an old man was THE SLOT.
Yep. Once upon a time it was expected that a person in a public place, including airplanes, would dress in such a manner that connoted self respect and would not offend the public dignity. In a few special cases it was difficult for a man to maintain that respectable appearance, and one of those cases was the endless travel hours it took to get from here to yon. The situation was easily curable with 10 to 15 minutes at a sink if you carried the necessary paraphernalia with you, which all respectable men did. There was then the issue of what do you do with the used blade?
As at home, put it in THE SLOT.
Alas, what joys we have lost.
My internal hydraulic pressure had initiated the warning sequence that my retention system would fail prior to arrival in Atlanta, so I went off to the wee room to reduce the pressure. Although I hadn't urinated on my hands, nor had the item I'd held been anywhere I wouldn't put my mouth, a hand washing was still in order. There, at the bottom of the mirror that reflected the gray stubble of an old man was THE SLOT.
Yep. Once upon a time it was expected that a person in a public place, including airplanes, would dress in such a manner that connoted self respect and would not offend the public dignity. In a few special cases it was difficult for a man to maintain that respectable appearance, and one of those cases was the endless travel hours it took to get from here to yon. The situation was easily curable with 10 to 15 minutes at a sink if you carried the necessary paraphernalia with you, which all respectable men did. There was then the issue of what do you do with the used blade?
As at home, put it in THE SLOT.
Alas, what joys we have lost.