The "Fiesta Lounge," a mythical place from a time when turbulence was apparently illegal and air travel was essentially a cocktail party at 30,000 feet. Look at these people. The men are in full suits, the women are in pearls, and there is an unsecured bowl of fruit on a low table—a physics-defying act of hubris that modern aviation safety boards would have a stroke over. Today, the closest thing to a "recreation lounge" on a flight is the three inches of space you have to contort your body into while waiting for the lavatory. Also, notice the guy standing up? He looks remarkably relaxed for someone hurtling through the stratosphere in a metal tube.














