FIFO Me

Have you been to an airport and on a plane recently?  Unfortunately yes I have.

It seems as though the entire nation is now working on a FIFO basis.  For those who aren't up with the lingo - FIFO usually means Fly In, Fly Out.  And not what you are thinking Virginia ;-)

Which would normally be OK with me - except for one thing?

"Why do I have to sit next to a dust encrusted, thong and shorts wearing, fluoro vest adorned - actual Bogan" - at the airport and inside the plane?

There was a time in the not so distant past when people were actually a little bit presentable when they travelled on the big silver bird.  They saw it as a bit of an adventure that they "dressed up" for.  They were excited - a little bit.

Because they didn't do it very often and it was a *special* thing.  A bit like going to the *pictures* on Saturday night.  Or eating *fudge*.

Not any more.  Now it is as common as flushing the loo.  And about as interesting.

Which is why I prefer to drive.  A classic car, good company, great music and the right ocean road - bliss.