
Why the HELL is it such a big deal if my seat is reclined 3″ during take off and landing?! and what the FUCK is the difference if my cell phone is on or if I am listening to my DJ during take off and landing?!
Yes, I know that 96.4% (yes I did make that stat up, but no, it doesn’t matter anyway) of all emergencies occur during take off and landing. However, saying that in the cramped ass cabins of every major commercial airliner, the tiny difference in space created by “reclining” the chairs will NOT make a difference in the case of an emergency evacuation. As a matter of fact, nothing will make a difference in the case of an emergency evacuation because people on a flight are spastic on an uneventful flight - mix in an emergency evacuation and I gaurantee you pure fucking chaos. Again, 3 measley inches here and there won’t make a difference. If you really think it does, why do you allow fat people to sit in the same seats? I sat next to someone well over 3″ fatter than the seat was made for just the other day. The stewardess never told him to stop being a fat ass during take off and landing but there is no doubt in my mind that he would have hindered progress in an emergency evacuation exponentially compared to a chair reclined 3 inches. (on a tangent, isn’t it funny that on planes the fattest people have the hardest time eating because the tray tables won’t fold all the way out?)
Did you know that cell phones, laptops, iPods, FM radios, nor ANY OTHER “ELECTRONIC DEVICE” create “interference” or any other technical issues on a plane during take off and landing? So why can’t I jam out during take off and landing? The argument saying that by disallowing the use of said devices ensures that passengers will be more aware of any emergency situations should they arise is STUPID (to conciously use a little argumentum ad hominem). The only thing that distracts me on a plane is the inevitable presence of some late 20something douche bag with a mullet macking on the 14 year old girl flying alone under the supervision of the flight attendants until dead beat dad signs off on her at the other end. Trust me, you’d rather I be listening to music.
I hope someone has some better arguments than these. Until then, I’ll be waiting for the stewardess to pass before ratcheting the ‘ole seat back as far back as possible and turning up my Matisyahu and Chamillionaire.