The sky is a crazy place. Man was not meant to fly, but because we have an inherent urge to go places and see things we cram ourselves into paraffin budgies and hurtle through the air at 700 km/h to our next destination. Upward … and then onward! And, while some say that the journey is part of the adventure, sharing a metal tube with around 500 other passengers is bound to lead to some complications.
Would it not be great then, if instead of (or along with) that dog-eared, never-read safety brochure that hides conspicuously behind your in-flight magazine, we all got a passengers’ guide to aircraft etiquette: the do’s and don’ts of life six miles high. For the sake of my sanity, and hopefully yours, I have taken some time to put such a guide together:
Some people are opposed to incessant recliners, but the fact is: aeroplane seats are made to recline, so use it. It’s probably the only smidgen of comfort you’re going to get while cooped up with the hotchpotch of farting, noisy, smelly travellers. Having said that, I have, more than once, been hit in the face with my TV screen and then been forced to stare angrily at the scalp of the person in front of me (I approach confrontation passive-aggressively) for the duration of the flight. To avoid this, do a courteous little look round and let the person behind you know that you will be reclining. If you’re not a fan of eye contact, recline slowly while making beeping noises, much like a garbage truck backing up to a bin, they’ll get the message.
Also, just because you’re eating and have a screen in front of you that doesn’t automatically make it a ‘TV dinner’. So straighten up at meal times, you’ll also make less of a mess.
This one is tricky, and can be fun to watch. Everyone needs to pee. If you’re on a 16-hour flight, you’ll need to go at least once. Sure, you can try get the aisle seat, but there are not enough aisle seats for everyone (as with armrests, but we’ll get to that). So there are a few options. Do you wake the person next to you up? Do you hold it in and hope they wake up soon? Do you not drink anything for the whole flight and disembark looking like a sun-dried tomato? Do you wee in a bottle and hope nobody mistakes it for juice?
Or do you do the inglorious wee shuffle/climb over thingy? Which begs another question. How do you climb over? Do you go ass to face? Do you go crotch to face? The former might have you looking like an amateur lap dancer at an old-age home and with the latter you run the risk of having your neighbour wake up to a Harvey Keitel-inspired full frontal. The choice is yours.
One rule stands firm though: it is not OK to crap in a plastic cup.
We love telling people our holiday stories and for some of us it’s the reason we go on holiday. But, occasionally (and by occasionally I mean on an aeroplane) it’s advisable to keep it in until you get home. Besides reaching #thatawkwardmoment where you start a conversation in hour one, and then realise that you still have 15 more hours to divulge your entire life story, you’re also wasting good material on people who don’t really give a damn. This is especially true for the newly converted hippie who, through a revelation of turbans, has just ‘found themselves’ on their last trip to India. Well done. I just ‘found myself’ a cool movie where Bruce Willis blows stuff up. Good bye.
If you can’t afford first class (and let’s be honest, if you’ve read this far, you can’t) then flying with screaming/kicking/vomiting children is a reality. It is also justification enough for birth control. There are, however, things that can be done to help the situation. Babies cry because they don’t know how to deal with pressure changes: there is medicine for this, use it. Alternatively, start yawning, it’s contagious, like herpes, except in a good way. If you yawn in front of your child chances are they’ll do it too. Problem solved.
Side note: children who kick the seat in front of them or pull on the headrest forfeit their right to believe in Santa Claus. You are allowed to turn around and tell them where their presents really come from and that their chimney hasn’t been used since the cold war.
I don’t know if this is a cruel joke, simple aeroplane economics or a long-running experiment in human dynamics, but the simple fact is that there are not equal parts armrests to arms. So, I propose we don’t call them armrests at all but rather ‘human being dividers’ that, given the opportunity, you may lean on if you want. While common courtesy would be to let the middle person have both armrests, seeing as they came awfully short during the seat-booking phase, the truth is that the armrest battle is a ruthless free for all.
Tips on how to win the armrest battle:
The best way to approach the toilet in an aeroplane is to treat it like the Japanese did Pearl Harbour. Get in, drop your bombs, get out. Fight the urge to spend an inordinate amount of time ‘hanging out’ and pushing all the buttons just to see what they do, just because you don’t want to go back to your seat. Also, on a matter of safety, don’t flush while still sitting on the bowl. I’ve heard that it will suck your bum off, but don’t quote me on that.
If it helps you sleep, then by all means knock a few drinks back. But honestly, this is not the sixties and there is no way you’re going to turn the whole cabin into a mile-high karaoke bar with mini shots, so why even start? Actually, go ahead. I’m willing to bet that no sooner than you’ve started belting out your rendition of Travolta’s Night Fever (replacing ‘night’ with ‘cabin’ for extra effect), than you get tazered by the incognito air marshall sitting behind you. Bet you didn’t even know he was there. That’s why it’s called incognito.
Shoes can be taken off during a flight. There, I said it. However, and this is a BIG however, if your feet smell, you have weird toes or are carrying jungle fungi then please leave them on. Also, when going to the lavatory you should put your shoes back on, this is not a rule, more a point of hygiene. Unless you like standing in wee, in which case you’re probably also the person who has been in there playing with all the buttons.
A little preparation will go a long way in the instance of smells on a plane. Have a shower before you leave home. Sometimes you can’t, that’s understandable, but try not to be the person who smells like Shaka Zulu’s loin cloth after a stick fight. Also, just deodorising over BO (body odour) often just makes it worse.
Things not to eat on an aeroplane:
A tip for the airline companies: Why not hand out breath mints at the beginning of a flight?
OK, what’s the rush here? To be the first at the luggage carousel? Perhaps you have a connecting flight, in which case let the flight attendant know and they will probably make an arrangement for you. Otherwise, exit one at a time, row by row, it will cost you an extra 10 minutes at most. Avoid standing too early or you will end up in a similar situation to the person doing the wee shuffle (point no.2). I have also noticed a highly disturbing trend of people clapping when the plane lands. Why? It’s almost as if you weren’t expecting it to land, which scares me a little. Why am I sitting in a plane with a group of people who consider landing a bonus?
They don’t call it cattle class for nothing, you paid to get from one point to the other and not necessarily for optimum comfort. You’re in a small space with a mix of people and you cannot expect everyone to behave the same as you. Common sense goes a long way, and so does being polite. Having said that, if you have any strange aeroplane anecdotes or etiquette rules to add, leave them below … your moooove.
Image courtesy of Devlin Nightingale
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