Here’s an interesting finding: when flights attendants were asked whether they would rather work the first-class cabin with its handful of passengers, or deal with the mobs in coach, most of them voted with their feet and chose to work coach.
Why? Because the first-class cabin is filled with a bunch of demanding prima donnas, whereas coach is filled with the humble salt of the earth — people who, accustomed as they are to being crammed into uncomfortable seats with insufficient leg room, are happy as hell when the attendant simply flips a packet of peanuts their way and gives them a glass of soda with too many ice cubes.
This squares with my years of personal experience. I think I have flown first-class precisely once, when I had to get somewhere and the first-class seat was the last one available. Other than that, I’m a coach guy who simply can’t justify the expense of first-class airfare. So I skulk through the first-class cabin as they sip their champagne, munch on free cheese and grapes, and talk way too loud on their cell phones, like they’re the only passengers on the plane. Given my brief, unpleasant exposure to them, I’m not surprised that — with the obvious exception of the Scotsman, who flies first class because he has booked every plane trip on Delta since Reagan was President — first-class air travelers are demanding, first-class jerks.
I’ll share a secret smile with the attendant in coach the next time I’m folded into a seat and she hurls a tiny bag of pretzels my way.
Rory McIlroy, of Ireland, is one of the best golfers in the world. Recently he decided to tee it up in a friendly foursome that included President Donald Trump.
Apparently, that’s now forbidden.
McIlroy faced withering criticism on the Twitterzone from people who thought that simply playing golf with the President could be viewed as some kind of endorsement of Trump and his policies. Our culture has grown so heated that even an amiable Irish guy, who doesn’t vote in American elections, can’t go out for 18 holes of golf with the President without facing a backlash and having people accuse him of “whoring” himself and trying to shame him.
Playing golf used to be viewed as a kind of politics-free space. Celebrities, comedians, movie stars, and sports figures could hit the links with Presidents, Governors, Senators, and Congressmen without being accused of endorsing their political views. But it wasn’t just American politics that weren’t transported to the golf course, either. Gary Player was a beloved player in America and elsewhere, even though he hailed from South Africa during its apartheid era. And golfers freely played in international competitions without people trying to ban them because their home countries enforced repressive policies or weren’t viewed as sufficiently following the prevailing political views of the day. The golf course was a kind of sanctuary where people could just play golf.
And this was true even at the local level, where people playing in club tournaments or outings might detest the views of the people they’re paired with — but they play with them anyway, and treat them cordially and in the spirit of friendly competition. It’s one of the great things about golf.
It’s just too bad that the concepts of tolerance and sportsmanship and getting away from the hurly-burly of the world while you’re out on the course aren’t shared by more people who apparently must view everything through a political lens, and hold everyone to rigid standards of acceptable political behavior. When somebody can’t go out and just play golf with the President without getting ripped as a turncoat, it’s a sad statement.