A Guide to Everyone You Hate on Planes, and How Not to Be One of Them
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Ugh, people are the
worst. Most days, I can barely even look at them. The way they eat, the way
they breathe, the way they look at you all needy with their eyes wanting you to
care about them. It’s disgusting. So it’s no surprise that a survey about
things people hate most about other people on planes revealed that the thing we
all agree is the most vile about people: their people-ness. So if you’re flying
this holiday season, please do us all a favor, and act like anything other than
a human for once in your entire hideously gross existence you call a human
life.
Don’t think our aversion to actually interacting with
you means we haven’t noticed you! We noticed. Did we ever. Expedia dot coooooom noticed.
They asked 1001 wackily numbered adult humans to rate 19 different ways people
act just like people while 30,000 feet in the air, existing pathetically as the
humans they dare to be. They wanted to know the top worst possible ways people could be themselves while seated for a
coupla hours on a nonstop to Denver + a great deal on a rental car or whatever. And 1001 adults were not
afraid to point their critical, germ-covered little fingers at their fellow
passengers.
You know what they hate the most? That everyone does the
following things, in this order, the moment they board a plane, and refuses to stop:
- Pull a cord on a child’s back activating nonstop
tantrum mode - Kick the back of the seat in front of them
- Fart or waft body smells
- Get shitfaced
- Begin yapping their heads off about their lives like
a “Chatty Cathy.” (p.s. I vote to change it to “Chatty
Charlie”)
In short, they act like people. So in order to Act Correctly On a Plane This Holiday Season ™,
I would strongly advise the following rules:
- No breeding
- No movement
- No farts
- No drinky
- No talky
Got it? It’s so simple!
Let’s go over them again:
- No breeding
- No movement
- No farts
- No drinky
- No talky
Sure, you could
ask why we do these things. Why must we breed, move, fart, get shitfaced, and
start yapping when we go somewhere? Why must we act like ourselves in all
scenarios under all conditions and why must it be so smelly and talky and sad? Can’t we
ever just be more like something we saw on television?
The answer is no. Instead, we hate these people who do these things. And we hate these things because we can’t escape our smelly escapist selves. A plane is a mirror.
It’s where we’ve got nothing better to do but sit with ourselves until they finally let
us turn our phones back on. It’s a trying time for everyone, so pretty much
literally all we can do is pass the time examining the many flaws of others, from
their chosen brand of watch to their ridiculous facial hair, and hope they really want to
hear about our Christmas plans.
The only acceptable response to this survey is self-loathing. Because to battle directly with
these egregious instances of humanity would be to gaze directly into the
fart-saturated flotation device of darkness. And who wants to do that?