I got my first ride in a Pan Am jumbo in the mid 1970s, while in my late teens (all my flights prior to that had been in 707s, DC8s, DC9s, L188s, DC3s etc.)

Pan Am had set-up a bar at the rear of whichever cabin I was in. The stewardess serving behind the bar looked like a much younger Lee Remick . . . From what I could see through all the cigarette smoke, every unattached male in the plane between the ages of 21 and 75 seemed to fancy their chances. (I was still too young to drink at a bar, also very, wet-behind-the-ears and callow.)