Friday, March 27, 2009
Coming home
On a packed Delta flight from Salt Lake City to Newark, I have rarely felt so much like a prepackaged hostage. Not that I've profiled any of my fellow passengers, or anything, but it does seem as though the people on this plane are larger than usual.
Here's to hoping that the beer is cold.
2 Comments:
By 
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Fri Mar 27, 07:25:00 PM:
Every flight seems to elicit the same complaint from you, though usually more violently I admit. maybe you should pay up and go first class! Bigger seats.
By , at
Sat Mar 28, 04:31:00 AM:
... upgrade with miles, or load up on Ambien, or both. If it's going down, sleep thru it. At least you get more leg and elbow room, especially on flights where you push and just sit on the tarmac.
It's been awhile, but my sense is that the last three people who acted up on planes were taken off, some in baggies, at the destination airport.
It's comforting to fantasize about actually being able to use an emergency exit, but barring the too infrequent water landing in the Hudson, which I assume was enabled because the plane was still trying to climb (making the approach angle more favorable), you are basically signed on to landing as designed, or getting your wings or horns.
I remember a Hawaiian inter-island flight where they put some HUGE dudes in the escape aisle. Lots of Poi fed, Samoan looking guys with flattops, each guy the size of a door. You couldn't pass them thru the escape aisle without a chain saw.
I wish the airlines served better beer, or let you bring your own ...
