Why I Love Flying
It’s the absurdity plus the corporate know-nothing-ism. Conversation with an airline club employee:
BC3: Thanks for checking me in. Could you also help me with a seat change? I’m trying to get out of the bulkhead. Any other seat is fine.
DA: What do you have… 1A? Let me check. Yes. 1A IS a bulkhead. So you’re fine!
BC3: Right, but I’m looking to get out of the bulkhead.
DA: I have 1B and 1C available, but those are aisles.
BC3: No, I’m trying to get OUT of the bulkhead. No problem. Just thought I’d ask.
This is where I should have walked away. However…
BC3: [trying to be chatty and fun] 1B and 1C are the worst seats up front anyway. That’s the seat where you get bumped or kicked by every other passenger as they board the plane.
DA: [truly confused] Well, they’re ALL bulkheads.
BC3: Right, but I’m saying—see, because they’re right at the very front, right on the aisle, every single person passes by that seat. So—every person can bump, kick, or brush by you.
DA: Well, I would beg to differ with you. Not EVERY person goes past that seat.
BC3: Look. I’m just—look. Like, take 30C. At least if you had 30C, you are only going to get hit by the people seated behind row 30. Row 1—
DA: I just don’t think I agree.
I gave up.