Fear of Flying

Every time Bill and I travel by plane, I am struck by how little room there is between knees and seat backs. It’s not so bad for me, as my legs aren’t much longer than those of Tom Thumb. But I always feel sorry for Bill. He’s only of average height, and yet his knees are always slammed against the seat back. He looks the way I imagine poor Jack looks in his box. You know, Jack-in-the-Box. C’mon people; work with me.

Anyhoo, remember when the flight attendants would tell you that if the plane is plummeting, passengers should bend forward and put their heads in their lap during impact? I never really bought that, even back in the days when I was limber enough to actually bend over that far. I just never figured that was going to do much when you hit the ground at airplane speed. It seemed more like you were bending over so that you could kiss your you-know-what goodbye.

Nowadays, they don’t even bother. If the plane’s going down, I assume the flight attendants just wrap up their potato chip sales, make sure everyone’s signed their Visa receipts and added the necessary tip, put on their parachutes and wave goodbye.

Whenever we talk about air travel, my sister Bec always says she’s waiting for the day when just prior to takeoff, the flight attendant’s voice comes over the intercom, and he or she says in that fake Cheerful Flight Attendant Voice, “Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to In Your Face Airlines. We’re happy you’ve chosen to fly with us today. In an effort to keep your costs to a minimum because we care so much about our customers, we haven’t staffed a pilot today. So, is there anyone among you who has some flying experience? Any amateur pilots? Anyone ever fly in a hot air balloon? Anyone ever play any of those airplane video games? If so, ring your flight attendant bell. We will be happy to take a full $10 off of your next ticket.”

Whenever Bec jokingly says this, I almost always respond with some funny add-on regarding the fact that I’m surprised they don’t have passengers standing like on a subway, gripping the strap hanging from the ceiling.

Hilarious, right?

EXCEPT THAT MY SIDESPLITTING IDEA is actually being discussed by airline officials. True, the idea came from the mouth of the CEO of a mostly-unknown budget airline called VivaColumbia, who assured the Miami Herald reporter to whom he offered this idea that it was in the consumer’s best interest because the airlines are always looking at ways to make flying less expensive.  Cough.

A scenario that might be a bit more realistic if not more horrifying is this airplane seat design that was offered at a recent Aircraft Interiors Expo…..

I don’t know what to say. I just don’t. I’m hoping those aircraft interior expo guys proposed this on a cocktail napkin after three or four martinis, and the bartender threw it away afterwards. By the way, this information and the photo comes from an article from Inc. Magazine.

Whenever Bill or I make airline reservations these days, we start out with basic economy. It isn’t long, however, that we get sucked into buying assigned seats and buying the opportunity to bring a bag onto the plane that will actually fit more than just a package of travel Kleenex. But we’re dumb, because the United Airlines CFO has actually been quoted as saying, “You get people to pay more for something that in the past was bundled.”

But, at least those of us who are flying what now is optimistically referred to as Basic Economy give those in Regular Economy someone to sniff their noses at after they’ve been sniffed at by those in Business Class.

Fly the Friendly Skies

So once again I find myself flummoxed. I find that I am flummoxed more and more often as I get older. There was a time when I was almost never flummoxed. In fact, there was a time when I didn’t even know what the word meant.

I was recently astounded when I learned that when Dave and Jll and the kids came to visit us late in February, they, and all of the passengers, had to change planes because it was discovered that someone had stuffed a dirty diaper down the plane’s toilet. See? Flummoxed. Because who thinks it is alright or makes any sense whatsoever to stuff a diaper down those tiny little toilets?

I was again bewildered the other day at our hotel when I was sitting down enjoying my free breakfast, and looked up to see a 20-something man wearing his PJs and barefoot walk into the public eating area intending to begin serving himself breakfast. He was stunned when the server told him he needed to be wearing shoes. And perhaps clothes, I thought to myself. Can you imagine? Can you even think of a reason that he would think it was okay to come into a public dining area dressed as though he was at his mom’s house?

But my state of confusion this time comes from the story that you have all probably seen or heard about United Airlines physically dragging a man off the plane after he refused to leave on his own. As you will recall, the man was perfectly entitled to his seat since he had paid for it. However, airlines routinely oversell their tickets. Having never worked for an airline, I can only imagine that it is because they often have no-shows. I have been sitting at the gate many times when I hear them ask people if they would give up their seats for some sort of compensation. They start with offering a pack of gum and move up from there.  I have never – not one single time – taken them up on their offer because when it’s time for me to fly, I want to get it over with.

What I can’t quite figure out is why airlines are allowed to do this. I began thinking about my dad when he owned the bakery. Let’s say Easter’s approaching.  He has made 25 dozen hot cross buns. But he accepts orders from 30 people who each order a dozen hot cross buns, because he assumes five people will forget to come in and pick up their buns. So when 30 people come in to pick up their order, he tells my mother to go grab a dozen rolls from five different people to give to five other people. These people would be extremely angry and would never again set foot in the bakery. If there had been a Yelp back then, he would have been BLASTED on Yelp.

So why are airlines allowed to do this?

I’m sure there are two sides to this story, but I frankly can’t think of a good one for United. Because the airline was trying to make room for four of their own employees. Let me say that one more time. This man was physically dragged down the aisle and left with a bleeding face because four United employees needed to get on the plane. Probably for a reason relating to their job. Which is why the man who was dragged off the plane insisted he needed to not be dragged off the plane. He needed to be at work the next day.

Now, it is entirely possible that this man was a total pain in the neck. As far as I’m concerned, it makes absolutely no difference. He purchased the seat. He chose not to accept the compensation for giving up his seat. So United simply needed to up their compensation offer until it’s tempting enough to get four people to volunteer to give up their seats. And – here’s an idea – NOT PHYSICALLY DRAG SOMEONE DOWN THE AISLE.

Fly the friendly skies, indeed. Glad I got that off my chest!

A Tale of Two Cities

You might recall that the visit from my friend Megan got cut short because she learned ON FRIDAY that her plane ON SATURDAY was cancelled due to a snow storm which, at the point of cancellation, hadn’t produced a single flake of snow.

I know I sound bitter, but I’m really not; just confused. Because anybody who has spent even one winter in Colorado knows that the weather forecast is unreliable. Furthermore, even if you know snow is likely, where it is going to fall in the metro area is anyone’s guess. The foothills can get a foot of snow while central Denver gets a sprinkling.

But I don’t work for United Airlines nor am I a meteorologist. So, well, I’ll get a grip.

Saturday morning I Face Timed with 7-year-old Kaiya.

“How’s the weather?” I asked her.

“It’s snowing,” she proclaimed. She took her iPad over to the window, flipped the camera, and showed me that there was a good six or seven inches of snow on their patio furniture.

So, as evidence that I’m, in fact, NOT getting a grip, I will tell you that since the weather the previous days in Colorado had been quite warm, while snow was sticking to the patio table, it likely wasn’t sticking to the grass or pavement. Okay, so now I’m going to get a grip.

“You look really snuggly in your pajamas,” I said to her. “Are you nice and warm?”

“Yes,” she said. “But I have on three pairs of pajamas.”

Alrighty then.

I took my iPad over to our Mesa house’s back window and flipped my own camera to show her the blue sky and the blooming flowers.

Her two words indicated what I know is EVERY COLORADO RESIDENT’S sentiment right about now.

“Oh man,” she said.

I haven’t worn anything but flip flops since late in February. I have a farmer’s tan on my feet. We’re running the air conditioner. More cacti and desert plants burst into bloom every day. See…….

walking from mailbox prickly pear flowers more prickly pear flowers

Saturday afternoon, I got a text message from my sister Jen who had just returned from the grocery store. Anyone who has lived in a place in which a lot of snow can fall knows that just as soon as the news media begins talking about (fill in the blank) inches of snow, mayhem ensues. People go absolutely crazy. For some reason, they all rush to the store and buy the same things – toilet tissue, canned tomatoes, milk, and eggs. This is true even for people who don’t like milk and eggs. And seriously? Do people really let themselves get down to only the toilet tissue that is currently on the roll in their bathroom? Because the snow will be gone in a few days, people.

Anyhoo, Jen sent me these two photos….

no onions

no tomatoes

Here is the text Jen included with the photo of the empty shelf where canned tomatoes should be: Eek! Canned tomato shortage. I knocked an elderly woman and a small child out of the way to get mine.

I’m pretty sure she was kidding.

As for those of us lucky enough to be in the Valley of the Sun, we still obsess about a terrible wind storm we got this past winter….

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By the way, at Megan’s house, they only got an inch of snow. Now I’m getting a grip.

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