With a pair of airline flights under my belt over the past 10 days, I’ve become convinced that the airlines and Transportation Security administration are committed to determining just how much inconvenience passengers will take before they decide to stop flying.
As passengers we’re forced to drag suitcases across a seemingly unending variety of escalators and people-movers interacting with personnel who’ve forgotten that it’s passengers who pay their salaries.
Passengers sit in seats with all of the leg room of a Volkswagen Beatle and walk down airplane isle ways that are way too narrow too.
The only explanation I have for the fact that planes are loaded first from the front is that it gives attendants something to laugh about as they see passengers bouncing off each other on their way to the back.
On balance, I’d have to say the flight attendants who served us were very friendly
and although the turbulence we experienced during our flights may have had some people whipping out their rosaries, it was probably far less than we’d experience on our streets.
We’ll fly again I’m sure, but only because the places we want to go are too far away to drive.
That’s the way I see it.