My dad tells a story, about jumpseating on an F-27 in Africa, back in the 70's. He was not an airline pilot, corporate only his whole life. But he stuck his head up in the cockpit, just to say hi, the captain insisted he ride up front.
After they got to cruise, the FA came up, and asked what they wanted to drink. The Captain asked for a gin and tonic, and the FO requested a beer. Dad says on that 45 minute flight, they each had three drinks. Guess that was the "good old days".
About 20 years ago, I was jumpseating on a TWA DC-9 (not in uniform). Introduced myself to the CA, he told me to have a seat in First class. I'm about half way back to my seat, when he yells back, loud enough for the whole plane to hear. "I'm only going to let you ride, if you drink two beers for me, and two for the FO!"
What are you going to do, orders from the PIC and all...
After they got to cruise, the FA came up, and asked what they wanted to drink. The Captain asked for a gin and tonic, and the FO requested a beer. Dad says on that 45 minute flight, they each had three drinks. Guess that was the "good old days".
About 20 years ago, I was jumpseating on a TWA DC-9 (not in uniform). Introduced myself to the CA, he told me to have a seat in First class. I'm about half way back to my seat, when he yells back, loud enough for the whole plane to hear. "I'm only going to let you ride, if you drink two beers for me, and two for the FO!"
What are you going to do, orders from the PIC and all...