There was a time when air travel was glamorous. People were well-dressed and polite, full meals were served on real plates with real silverware, the planes were clean and spacious, the airline staff were cheerful, friendly, and helpful, planes took off and landed within minutes of the schedule, bags were never lost even when people made several close connections… you could go on and on. Those days are long gone, if in fact they ever existed.
Do you remember the 1959 movie The Fly, with David Hedison, Patricia Owens, and Vincent Price? That was actually a horror movie that I enjoyed. A scientist invents a teleportation device, and he’s trying to work the bugs out of it (so to speak), and when he thinks he’s got it working, he gets into the machine himself, unaware that a fly has gotten into the other teleportation device. When the machine is finished doing its work, we have the scientist with a fly’s head and leg and the fly with the scientist’s head and arm. The scientist with the fly’s head gets his wife to use a machine to crush his head. Meanwhile, the fly with the scientist’s head and arm is flying around saying "help me! Help me!" A policeman is ready to cart the woman away, when suddenly he sees and hears the fly/man yelling "help me! Help me!" He follows the fly out the door and watches in horror as it gets tangled in a spider’s web and gets eaten by a spider.
That used to be on the 3:00 movie a couple of times a year, so we would run home and see it. Those afternoon movies were always a rip-off. They’d take a 90-minute movie and cut it down to 75 minutes so they could fit 45 minutes of commmercials in, leading in to the 5:00 News. You’d get ten minutes of movie and five minutes of commercials from 3:00 until 5:00, and you could never remember what was going on.
What has eighteen legs and catches flies? A baseball team!