A few weeks ago, there was a huge brouhaha when the video of an Indigo Airlines staffer getting into fisticuffs with a passenger went viral. Everyone was horrified that a passenger should have been thus traumatised.
I must confess that I secretly cheered. I wanted to put the video on loop and go rah rah each time they managed to grab a hold on that guy. Because, frankly, our airplane passengers deserve every poke in the eye and kick in the butt anyone can deliver. And if airlines are recruiting volunteers for this job, then I am applying right here, right now.
Last week, for example, the aircraft I was in had barely touched down on the Chennai runway and was still sliding to a stop when one large, burly man, clearly by attire not a country bumpkin or first-time passenger, jumped up to grab his luggage. A stewardess had to shout twice before he sat down. My hands itched to give him a tight slap.
Earlier, while boarding, staffers announced loud and clear for passengers in seats 22 to 40 to board. So everyone rushed in and crowded around the entrance as if they were the gates of heaven. Several minutes had to be wasted asking each flyer to show their boarding pass just to say, ‘Hey, you are No. 16.’ They then lined up on each side of the queue like starving refugees at a soup centre. Then, when the poor airline sod announced for 11 to 21 to join the queue from the back, they all began to insert themselves laterally into the line from whatever point they were standing. Full story...
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I must confess that I secretly cheered. I wanted to put the video on loop and go rah rah each time they managed to grab a hold on that guy. Because, frankly, our airplane passengers deserve every poke in the eye and kick in the butt anyone can deliver. And if airlines are recruiting volunteers for this job, then I am applying right here, right now.
Last week, for example, the aircraft I was in had barely touched down on the Chennai runway and was still sliding to a stop when one large, burly man, clearly by attire not a country bumpkin or first-time passenger, jumped up to grab his luggage. A stewardess had to shout twice before he sat down. My hands itched to give him a tight slap.
Earlier, while boarding, staffers announced loud and clear for passengers in seats 22 to 40 to board. So everyone rushed in and crowded around the entrance as if they were the gates of heaven. Several minutes had to be wasted asking each flyer to show their boarding pass just to say, ‘Hey, you are No. 16.’ They then lined up on each side of the queue like starving refugees at a soup centre. Then, when the poor airline sod announced for 11 to 21 to join the queue from the back, they all began to insert themselves laterally into the line from whatever point they were standing. Full story...
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