I’m irritable getting on a plane anyway. I hate flying. My life in business kept me on planes three or more days a week. Granted most of the time they were private jets, but hey, that gets old fast, and corporate execs can be quite annoying, even if they do own a great percentage of the company or even the plane.
Since then or because of then, I am very anxious about plane rides. Sitting for long periods of time is painful. Trying to stand and walk after the plane ride is well, painful. Shortness of breath comes from rapid dehydration that occurs at 35,000 feet in altitude. Should I continue? I’m going to anyway.
This one time, after a lengthy plane flight, I sent a postcard home which read, “Other than the pain in my right shoulder that radiates down to my foot and knee, and down my arm and elbow, and up through my neck causing a migraine, ear ringing, and dizziness, the flight was rather uneventful.”
I think you get the gist. Nevertheless, I’m a pleasant passenger. One would never know what I feel. Unfortunately for some flights, uneventful is not the case. There is that guy, or that gal, or that kid who feels the need to make everyone else’s flight miserable too. I hate to say it but misery does seek company, and if misery can’t find it, misery will make it happen.
Barry Kaufman, Senior Editor at “Travel Pulse” and plane rider extraordinaire had this to offer, “Air passengers I beseech you: don’t turn on each other”.
Cell phones cause a major issue. Well, it’s not the cell phones. It’s the people who use them without regard. A friend of mine is an anthropologist studying why we are the way we are, specifically, ignorant of anyone around us. She attributes cell phones as one of the major causes. People get so wrapped up and focused in toward their own phone that they have no idea what is going on around them.
Barry Kaufman offered this experience on a flight that would be delayed about thirty minutes. ““Bro,” he [a random passenger on the same flight] shouted into his phone as soon as we touched down. “Dude. Bro. I’m gonna be totally late. This is garbage, bro. Dude. I’m gonna totally miss my fight. Bro.” It went on like this, with ascending levels of both volume of voice and usage of the terms “dude” and “bro.” Keep in mind, dudebro was not the only person on that flight who would be having trouble missing his connection. The flight attendants even planned as such, and gave a pre-emptive request upon touching down to let anyone who had to make a connecting flight off first. There were many other people who were grumbling about missing connections, but none with the sonic grandeur of the oblivious complainer.
To him, there was only one person being inconvenienced by our late arrival, and this precious little snowflake wanted to make sure everyone knew about it.”
I close this article with a plea for padded rooms at every airport terminal for use by those crazies, or maybe for use by people like me who become crazy from biting that large muscle in our mouths.
In the words of Barry, “To my fellow passengers, I implore you. We’re already under enough stress. The air is dry, the seats are uncomfortable, and everyone around you is just as miserable as you are. Give your fellow passengers and yourself a break, and spend the next few hours being a decent person, despite all the handicaps before you. I guarantee, your flight will go that much smoother.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Source: Don’t Be That Guy (or Gal)