Zone 2 boards a plane.
We are told there was once an era when air travel was glamorous and romantic. For some it still is, no doubt. But for the business traveler, those days are long gone. What air travel is, is convenient.
It's safe, relatively fast, and all that. But fun it isn't. At least not after you have quite a bit of it down. And, quite frankly, while I like airplanes, I don't like riding in airplanes, so that impacts my view a fair amount, I'll admit.
But I'm sure I'm not alone. So, hence a few observations.
1. Business travelers probably aren't having fun on the plane, aren't on vacation, and may be cutting their schedule pretty tight.
One of the things I generally note about people travelling in airplanes is they're very polite as a rule. And there's good reason to be very patient, and people nearly always are. Some people have a hard time getting on and off of planes, and that's perfectly understandable and most people, indeed maybe all people, understand that.
But conversely, it's not uncommon for a business traveler to have very little time leeway. He needs to catch another flight, or a taxi downtown, or something, to make his schedule.
I note that, as there's some casual travelers who are really oblivious to this. The other day, for example, I was on a plane in which a nicely dressed young woman and her very well-behaved young children encountered another nicely dressed young woman and her very well-behaved young children, and they recognized each other. With about a third of the plane still needing to disembark, they stopped and had a protracted reunion conversation. Nobody yelled or screamed, but when she finally resumed her progress towards the door, I could hear the businessman seated across the aisle saying, under his breath "don't stop, don't stop." As this plane was late, and my connection not too distant, I shared that view.
2. Zone 2 is the Thundering Herd.
Aircraft board by zone. Generally, the first zone is made up of people who need help boarding and then a premium, or multiple premium, zones. Then zone 1.
Then zone 2.
For some reason, things generally go well until zone 2 boards. I'm nearly always in zone 2. Zone 1 forms an orderly line and progresses in that fashion. By the time they get to zone 2, every single person in the zone is convinced they're never going to get to board, and they start pushing, cow herd style, towards the gate.
Everyone is getting in the same plane, and this makes no sense, but it's really common. People cut in line, muscle their way in, etc.
Ironically, it's not uncommon for one of the herd to slow everything up, once he's on the plane. That's the guy who decided to bring his walrus for the overhead bin storage. He can't get it in, and has to try and try while the rest of the herd is stuck behind him.
United Airlines, I'll note, does a really good job of preventing this by having extra places for zone 2 to line up early. Once they're in a narrow line, they behave, again much like cattle. It's having no line to form up in as zone 1 moves ahead that seems to create this problem.
3. The window bogarters
I like to get a window seat, even if I don't like flying. That's because I do like scenery.
For some reason, however, there are people who take window seats, and then immediately close the shade. Hey man, if you didn't want to look out the window, why take a window seat?
4. The stenchy messy food girl.
Recently I've been noticing a trend for messy eating young girls on planes. This is a new one.
When I came back from Toronto recently, a young woman, nicely dressed, sat next to me. But she was an amazingly sloppy eater and had brought a sandwich on with her. She made a mess of that, and to make it worse, left her drink bottle on the airplane floor when she deplaned.
Not cool.
On the way back from Atlanta the other day, a high school aged girl sat next to me. She was industrious, and was writing a report on All Quiet On The Western Front on the plane, but she also came on with an Italian food special she'd gotten in the terminal. It was apparently the Spicy Noodle In Limburger Cheese Sauce special, and it was rank and stanky. Uff. Not good for an enclosed environment.
5. The drink people.
Every airplane flight in North America offers a beverage service. I am sure that if there was a commercial flight from Casper to Douglas, it would offer a beverage.
I get that in part. Flights are long, and people might need something to drink. And at least by common belief, some drinks settle the stomach, or so we're told. I've always been told that ginger ale does that, and I see a lot of ginger ale being drunk in airplanes.
But there are a lot of people who take drinks, because they are free. I’m always amazed when people take drinks routinely between Casper and Denver, for example. The flight is only 45 minutes long, having a drink is hardly worth bothering with.
This is particularly the case because the last few minutes into Denver is often rough, and the area right around Casper often is, both due to the atmospheric conditions associated with mountains. But, people trust their trays and place the drinks down even when the plane is bouncing around. Maybe they should trust them too, as I've never seen a drink bounce off a tray, but I've worried about it.
6. The talkative traveler.
I travel in aircraft a lot, and I always bring a book or work on the plane. I don't like traveling on planes, and so this serves to distract me, I suppose, although looking out the window, which I also like to do, probably works against that.
Every now and then, however, you get seated next to somebody very nervous or very talkative, or both. They want to talk, and they're going to. I've had an oil field consultant quiz me on towns to live in, in depth, all over the Rocky Mountain west, as if I am well suited to tell somebody where they ought to live. Some people want to tell you their life's story, or others, if you are reading a book, want to discuss it, rather than let you read it.
In other situations, I might find that interesting, but in an airplane, not so much. Something to do with the plane, I'm sure.
7. The dimwitted joke people.
One thing I've noticed is that every time there's an air disaster, or even a natural disaster, somebody in line wants to make a joke based on it. This is not amusing at all.
Recently for example I was in line when a passenger on a Delta flight tried to engage the Captain of the plane in some banter based on the recent suicidal crash caused by the Germanair co-pilot. This isn't funny, and won't ever be funny. I'd have tossed her off the plane, but he only gave her a nasty glare. Clearly he's more of a gentleman than I.
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