I've flown more frequently to California than anywhere else. The route takes me over the Sierra Nevada. In 1846, the Donner Party, on a similar journey from midcontinent, traveled six months by wagon train and had to spend the winter on a mountain pass. Their food dwindled, so some of them ate their dead. In contrast, I've just needed to lower my usual standards of space and dignity for four hours. So there's that.
Nonetheless, I was riveted by the widespread revulsion last week over the incident involving United Express Flight 3411 from Chicago to Louisville, in which the United Airlines sought to "bump" four passengers from a full flight in order to accommodate crew members who needed to be somewhere else pronto. United failed to make the case to passengers financially, then decided to get tough and just name names, then called security, which got rough on the one guy who resisted. It was bloody; other passengers recorded it on video; it went viral, and people were pissed.
I felt it. I totally did. Just as when I was a hot-tempered teenager rankled by some authority or another. You know that feeling you get when it's not fair, and they know it's not fair, and they're gonna do it anyway because them's the rules? I felt that old anger welling up inside me for the first time in a long, cynical while. The only difference was that these days I'm able to stand outside myself (sometimes) and ponder whence it comes.
Although I've never been bumped from a flight, I've been torqued over the concept for 30 years. When you pay for a service, you should get the service, whether it's a flight or a plumbing repair or, ahem, newspaper delivery. No excuses — simple as that.
Of course, the experienced version of me knows that despite good intentions, things go wrong, especially in a larger operation, and that these days a lot of operations have been embiggened to the extent that they are unwieldly.
So then it's about the response. Here our society fails miserably. We've got phone trees whose branches terminate in the ether. Customer service scripts that truly are fiction. Apologies that truly aren't sincere.
The standard reply to all this is that if you don't like the result, take your business elsewhere. OK, but that's easier said than done. Usually, such reckonings are felt more keenly by the offended than by the offender.
The incident April 9 involving the "re-accommodation" of Dr. David Dao from his airplane seat to the hospital brought out all these issues and more. On one hand, if any inconvenience of modern American life is ripe for a communal "mad as hell, not going to take it anymore" moment, it's air travel. And, indeed, the revulsion was near-universal for the first 36 hours as United inexplicably let the story roil before eventually acquainting itself with regret. I found myself marveling at this unorthodox display of unity while thinking "but wait, there's more … "