My trusty (and not yet rusty)

I want to meet some designers. The ones who design an itsy-bitsy whimsy of cloth and call it a bikini and sell it for four-figure prices? No. The ones who shape the way stage props are used? The man who printed the words “designer hankies” on a batch of six pieces of cloth and put an obscene price on the carton? Not in the least. I want to meet….the people who design aircraft seats…in cattle class.

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We may be American, but that doesn’t prevent us from growing a little Chinese pigtail….