Flying? You’ll have lots of company.
Withering Glance: Air travel and the social contract
- August 2, 2013 - 12:22 PM
Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.
CP: Flying used to have a sense of occasion. Of flash. Of panache. Now, they may as well just paint “Megabus” on the side of the jetliner.
RN: No kidding, and we can’t pin this devolution entirely on the airlines, with their minuscule legroom, shrinking seats and lousy — correction, nonexistent — food. Our fellow passengers are making air travel a misery.
CP: Let me guess, someone in the seat next to you had overapplied the Drakkar Noir and brought on a Philly cheesesteak smothered in onions.
RN: Well, there is that, and yes, gross. Even nastier: the mystery passenger passing gas. Continually.
CP: Knock, knock, you SBD offenders. We do know it’s you, but we are far too polite to actually smother you in your besmirched seat.
RN: My sympathies to parents traveling with kids. Particularly when they see the “Oh, great, kids” look on the faces of jerks like me.
CP: I don’t advocate dressing up for a flight, although it’s not such a bad idea, since the airport concourse makes a great fashion runway. But I do wonder why it has become acceptable to show up for a transcontinental flight wearing gym shorts, flip-flops and a tank top, a k a, “pretty much what I passed out in last night.”
RN: Or worse. I’m all for those U-shaped, poly-filled neck pillows, particularly on long flights. But don’t wear them in the terminal. It’s a pillow, not an accessory.
CP: And what about returning vacationers who insist on broadcasting where they’ve been? Yes, ma’am, I know from your sarong and shell necklace and your deep Coppertone tan that you’ve just spent a fortnight burning yourself silly at Club Med in Cabo, but this is Minneapolis-St. Paul International, and it’s minus-7 outside.
RN: I love the logic behind treating the airline staff poorly. Yeah, behaving badly is really going to get you on that overbooked flight.
CP: Then there are those who take advantage of a flight delay to hit the airport bar like it was Mardi Gras and their birthday.
RN: Or the ones who keep talking — loudly, it’s always loudly — on their cellphones after the “turn off and store all electronic devices” order has been sounded.
CP: And don’t get me started on seatmates who spread their legs as wide as humanly possible and use the entirety of both armrests, leaving me to do my usual hunch-and-scrunch.
RN: That’s better than the people who sit down next to me and lift the armrest between our seats. Um, no.
CP: At that point, they may as well just drape an arm over your shoulder. Fly the friendly skies, and all.
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