I can still remember
the first time I ever flew on a commercial jet, as a fairly small child going
to Malta on a family holiday. It was a huge adventure, including being trooped
up to peer into the cockpit to watch the flight crew at work.
I remember sitting in
the exit row, and being asked to change seats with my parents because we were
about to make an emergency landing and I could barely reach the door release,
let alone be expected to operate it. I thought all flights were greeted by a
cavalcade of fire engines and ambulances on both sides of the runway.
Ah, what balmy
carefree days they were, when you could carry just about anything onto a plane
and pre-flight security was all but nonexistent.
These days, flying is
a means-to-an-end endurance test rather than a pleasure in itself, even in the
comfy seats. Long lines and partial disrobing to get through the metal
detectors and body scanners and X-ray machines, liquids in dollhouse-sized
bottles, all electronic items unpacked and laid out for inspection.
Hey, we all have to do
it, so the guy who’s in a bad mood or the one who thinks he deserves different
treatment because he’s some kind of big shot in vending machine sales make me
grit my teeth a little. Not too much, I admit, because it’s all fascinating
research for the next time I have to write a pompous arse.
But once I’m on board
a plane I intend to shut up, sit down and try not to annoy the staff, and I
expect those around me to do the same. Various travel companies have done
surveys of travellers’ worst nightmares, and the results seem to tally.
The Drunk
Now that airlines can
refuse to allow passengers to board if they’re utterly plastered, this isn’t
quite the problem that it used to be, but it does still crop up. I’ve flown on
the same flight with people who’d clearly started on the spirits before 8am and
continued until their destination, and by the end of it they were not pleasant
company. I was also once on the same flight back from Dublin as a stag party,
all of whom were so drunk they carried on staggering up and down the aisle
during both takeoff and landing, and then started a fight in the baggage hall.
Joyous.
The Man-spreader
Now that
‘man-spreading’ has become a recognised vice, it seems to have expanded from
the subway train seat to the airline seat as well. This is the guy who hogs the
armrest, and overflows his tray table with laptop, iPad, etc. This also covers
those passengers who are more generously proportioned, shall we say, who
squeeze you into two-thirds of your seat by overlapping their own. Heaven help
you if you’re on a long flight in the centre of a row of three, with one such
example on either side of you. Especially if one of them then goes to sleep
with his head on your shoulder.
The Skunk
Bad breath or body
odour is not nice if you have to stand behind someone in a queue for the
supermarket checkout or bank teller. Being stuck alongside them on a nine-hour
transatlantic flight is my idea of hell. As are those people who take their
shoes and socks off and stick their feet between the seats of the row in front.
Especially disgusting if they’ve been to the loo. You really don’t want to
venture into an airplane lavatory without stout waterproof footwear. Some
people have so little aim I’m amazed they’re able to dress themselves in the
morning.
The Screamer
I know babies only
have one way to let their parents know they’re unhappy, and that’s to shriek,
but once they get a little older, they should know it’s not acceptable
behaviour – and so should their parents. And if parents are going to rely on an
iPad or other device to play the electronic pacifier for their kids, a set of headphones would
be a REALLY good idea. The tweedly noise made by a lot of those games is
EXACTLY the type of sound used to torture detainees at certain government black
sites. And it’s very effective …
The Loudmouth
A type I’ve
occasionally had the misfortune to sit adjacent to on planes, but more often
encountered on trains. The people who cannot have a conversation with their
neighbour without projecting at such volume that half the cabin gets to listen
in, too. Whether they like it or not. The trouble is, there is usually a direct
correlation between how loud they are and how deadly dull their conversation
is. Either that, or they voice views that make you want to punch them repeatedly
in the mouth.
A variation on the
Loudmouth is when they sit next to you and want to engage you in conversation
for the duration of the flight. Or rather, they want to talk AT you for the
duration. I once had a guy on a transatlantic flight who wanted to show me
videos of the bottling machinery he’d just installed in a factory somewhere.
I’m sure it was fascinating … just not to me.
The Nervous Flyer
The one who gasps at
every shudder of the airframe, knuckles turning white on the armrest. Or, if
you’re really unlucky, clutching your fingers. I’ve even had people holding
hands across the aisle and praying loudly. And that was during takeoff, never
mind turbulence …
The Fidget
This includes the
window-seat passengers with the weak bladder, the one who put their bag in the
overhead bin directly above your seat and wants something out of it every five
minutes, and the one sitting behind you who can’t get out of their seat without
heaving themselves up by clinging to your headrest every time. And the
seat-kickers, of course. I recall being on a Boeing 777 flight that had
touchscreens in the headrests. The person behind me was playing some kind of
digital game for the entire flight that involved constantly tapping at the
screen.
Argh!
I’m sure there are
lots I’ve missed, but what’s your idea of the fellow passenger from hell? And, alternatively, who would you love to sit next to on a long flight?
This week’s Word of
the Week is talion, from the Latin talio, and meaning retaliation. The
principle that the punishment should be the equivalent or identical to the
crime – the death penalty for murder, for example. The imposition of that punishment. Hence
the Latin lex talionis meaning an eye
for an eye.
