They’re not paid particularly well for being the guardians of safety in flight — their starting pay is about $23,000 a year and the median salary is $27,000.
Flying, in general, isn’t so glamorous anymore. Planes used to have some leg room, pretty decent meals, an aura of fun. And planes were often only about half full, allowing people to move around and spread out over two or three seats.
You now rarely see a plane that’s not packed full with seats squeezed closer.
The personality of airport workers is hit and miss. A guy checking boarding passes at security joked with passengers and made funny faces at kids who looked nervous.
But when coming out of immigration and walking toward a big strapping uniformed and armed agent, I asked, “Hi, could you tell me where we take our bags for the connecting flight?”
“I can’t answer your question until you give me your declaration form,” he snapped.
Geez, sorry Rambo.
After handing him the card declaring I wasn’t bringing food, more than $10,000 or animals back into the country, he jabbed his thumb toward the next door we were supposed to go through.
This guy would never do a commercial to “Fly the Friendly Skies with United.”
The nicest guys seemed to be outside the airport — working stiffs driving shuttle vans. The Mexican driver who shuttled us from our hotel to the Cancun airport was non-stop entertainment. His name was Kennedy — “I was born in 1963 when Mr. Kennedy was shot.”
He named his son Billy: “I love the Yankees — Billy Martin my hero.”
In his 20 minutes of questions and comments, I realized he — like many in Mexico — has more interest and knowledge of American politics, finances, entertainment and business than most Americans do.
It makes you kind of proud to be from a country so looked up to. But kind of sad we fall so short of living up to the expectations.
Tim Krohn is a Free Press staff writer. He can be contacted at 344-6383 or email@example.com.