Tommy Hilfiger Luggage | Tradition Collection – $69.99 – $169.99
“Y’know, I’m married… but I overheard the flight attendant saying she was staying in (our destination) tonight. You should try to buy her a drink.”
So said my 40-something seat neighbor on a recent flight. He obviously didn’t see the wedding band on my left hand, but he sure was trying live vicariously through me. I told him I was married too, pointed at my ring, and he nodded. Yes the flight attendant was young and pretty, which is a stereotype that sadly doesn’t hold true much anymore, but why me? Why did this random guy try and, “help” me out?
It’s probably because I was one of the few people on the plane who wasn’t wearing Crocs, pajama pants, and carrying my gear in an old Reebok gym bag.
I don’t know when the average American got too comfortable with air travel. Most airline passengers now dress and act like they’re laying on their couch for five hours, instead of sitting on a jet surrounded by other adults. Getting on a plane and looking like you have smallpox almost guarantees your trip will be terrible.
You don’t have to show up for a flight in a suit (I happened to be wearing one… didn’t want to check a garment bag, so I just wore it), but looking decent and acting like you’re about to have a pleasurable experience can almost create one for you. This set of luggage from Tommy Hilfiger pulls style inspiration from the golden age of travel. Pilots were treated like royalty, Flight attendants were seen as glamorous, and passengers loved getting on a plane.
Starting at just $70 for the tote, $80 for the Duffel, and $120 for the rolling duffel, you should have plenty left over to buy that pretty young flight attendant or the cute woman across the aisle a drink during your next layover.
Look good when you get on board, use one of these as your carry on (I have a similar Hilfiger Duffel), and people will wonder just who you are and where you’re headed. They will treat you differently. Even if you are sitting in coach and headed to a family reunion in Fort Wayne.
About half an hour after the standard beverage service had ended, the pretty young flight attendant looked in our direction and walked all the way back to the last row where we were seated. She smiled, carefully sat on the arm rest of the empty seat across the aisle, looked at my wanna-be-wingman and I and said:
“So! How are my VIP’s doing?”