Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Not The Right Man For The Job

If I wasn't nervous enough about flying as it was, when I went down to Tassie, they put me right next to the emergency exit. Thanks.

Hey guy with fear of flying, can you please be responsible for saving the lives of all your fellow passengers when the plane goes down? It's not a big deal, just pull this lever, break off this whole panel of the aeroplane, throw it out the window, and help everybody get out. You'll be right mate.

And then the same on the return flight as well! The other people in my row who were responsible had obviously heard it all before and zoned out during the stewardesses' (yikes, is that term un PC now?) tutorial, whereas I was memorising every word, and poring over the instruction sheet whilst trying not to have a panic attack.

Good times.

6 comments:

Jessica said...

I have such a greedy desire to be a hero that I imagine escape scenarios from buses and trains. I want to use that little hammer to break the glass of a fallen over bus. It's my dream to sit next to the escape door on a plane.

Ben McLaughlin said...

Wow. Chills.

Gary Ware said...

'Cause when the plane crashes you know the guys in those seats'll be thinking 'Yep, I'll be the last off this crashed wreck because I promised to help everyone else in order to sit in this row with extra leg room, closest to the exits...'

Nathan said...

Those are the best seats on the plane. Have you seen Fight Club? You're cool, so I assume you have... the exit rows are an illusion of safety thing... and if you're tall (I imagine you being tallish) they are the difference between agony and ecstacy on a flight.

Laetitia :-) said...

One normally has to pay extra to get those seats if you 'ask' for them. If it's a route I've travelled many times before (and therefore the view out the window isn't so important) I looove those seats. I love them partly because I don't have to virtually sit in my neighbour's lap in order to get past them to go to the loo.

Ben McLaughlin said...

Gary- your lack of faith in your fellow man is astounding.

Nath- I like that you imagine me being tall. I'm very not. Tall for a jockey. Maybe.

Laetitia- You're right, the legroom was very nice, but I was too preoccupied with visions of my own death to enjoy it.