I went down to South Florida this past weekend to help move my grandmother into an assisted living center. It was nice to see relatives that I haven’t seen in a while. We all had a few laughs and got a lot done in a short amount of time. It was also fun to look at old pictures of me as a child and pictures of my parents when they were my age.
Let’s just say South Florida fashion in the 70s was the bees’ knees.
Luckily I do not fly very often. My flight down there was not at all fun. Passengers from another plane that was delayed/ broken had to take our plane since more of them had connecting flights. The airline had to find us another plane and that pushed us back an hour or so.
We had a gate assigned all the way at the end of concourse C so I managed to get a nice seat next to the window and watched the planes take off. Two minutes before we were to board, we were informed of a gate change—again. This time it was all the way on the complete opposite of the airport, but with the same time of departure. It was a mad dash for hundreds of frustrated fellow travelers.
Since I was at the airport a bit longer than expected, I picked up another newspaper, bottle of soda, a pack of gum and a bottle of water since we now have to pay for drinks on the plane and you can’t bring your own through security. I think that $2.50 is a bit expensive for a bottle of soda, but what can you do about it—talk about price gouging.
We all made it on the plane a bit frazzled, but safe. As we made our decent, the flight attendants came by with bags to collect our “trash”. They called it something like unwanted items that you were not going to take with you. For me it was two newspapers, two magazines and two drink bottles. I asked the flight attendant if they recycled and they said that they just threw it all away.
How hard would it be to have two bags, one for newspapers and plastic bottles and another for trash? I am sure that it has to do with the amount of storage space. I also noticed that most airports have recycle bins in the terminal. I carried all this stuff this far, an extra few hundred feet is not going to kill me.
The next time you fly and are tempted to just pass it to the aisle, don’t. Take your stuff with you, leave your seat area clean, and take the little extra effort to bring your things to the recycle bin in the terminal.