Last week there was an incident on a plane involving the eternal
conflict between the God-given right to recline one’s seat vs. the Constitutional
right to have leg room. A woman reclined her seat but the man behind her had
placed a device that prevented the seat from moving back. They started an
argument, somebody threw a drink in somebody’s face and they had to divert the
flight and kick these people off.
We can have a harmless, fun debate over who was right and
who was wrong but it’s a trick question. Both these idiots were wrong. They
inconvenienced hundreds of people because they couldn’t conduct themselves like
adults.
I’m ambivalent about the reclining debate. I have long legs
but don’t need much leg room. I drive with my knees about an inch from the
dashboard because I’m uncomfortable sitting farther back and stretching my arms
to reach the steering wheel. Unless the seat is actually touching me, I will
never ask for more leg room in the back seat.
Despite my brief flirtation with first class, I am very low
maintenance on an airplane. As long as the plane doesn’t crash, I’m good. I
just sit and read and listen to music and wait for my arrival. I’ve also been
remarkably lucky over the years and have almost no flying horror stories. I
only once had a flight canceled but got on the next one a few hours later. The
woman at the gate thanked me for not yelling at her when they rescheduled my flight
because some customers had been so nasty. Why would I yell at someone trying to
help me who holds my travel plans in her hands? It’s not her fault there was
bad weather. I was convinced at the time that they kind of moved me ahead on
the standby list just because I was polite. I’m pretty much the airlines’
dream.
There were a few things in recent years that have annoyed me
on planes but not enough to complain to the other passengers. Years ago I took
a red eye home from Los Angeles on the theory that I could multitask by
sleeping for six hours and then get home refreshed. I had a few drinks at the
sad airport bar so I could fall asleep. No dice. I was wide awake. It didn’t
help that the woman next to me was playing with a Rubik’s Cube all night (this
was actually a few years ago and not 1983). The clicking of the cube was
surprisingly loud, even over the sound of the engines. But I would have felt
like an idiot telling her the Rubik’s Cube was keeping me awake. On our way
home from Florida, I was trying to sleep and the woman next to me was flipping
through and refolding every page of her newspaper 20 times and spent 15 minutes
situating herself and it was too loud for me to sleep. That also wasn’t that
big a deal since I only needed a nap and not a full night’s sleep. Other than
that, I’m low maintenance.
In addition to this seat reclining prevention device, they
also sell some type of sling you can wrap around the seat in front of you and around
your own seat so nobody can see your face. I guess this offers you some privacy
but I would think sitting on a plane with a big sling would just draw attention
to you. People would want to see if it’s some celebrity who doesn’t want to be
noticed but when they peek behind the sling, they’d say, “No, it’s just some
asshole.” There’s also a plaid seat cover you can wrap over your seat, I guess
to dress it up because you’re such a wacky individual and want to show off your
creative quirkiness. If the person sitting next to me used this thing, they
would have to divert the plane because I’d be laughing too hard.
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