When Betty Lees booked a flight from Philadelphia to Cancun, Mexico, recently, her confirmation contained an odd relic from the past: a request for a “non-smoking” seat.
It also contained a nasty whiff of the future — a $9 charge for the seat.
“Very curious,” she told me. “Since you can’t smoke on the plane, why is there a fee for a non-smoking seat?”
“A “non-smoking” seat on USA3000? What is this, the 80s?”