I’m on a good sized airplane. I’m comfortable, in my proper seat, and ready to fly.
So is the aircraft. The pilots are almost through with their checklists, and the flight attendant is finishing up her required briefing to the passengers.
I look about, and the aircraft is only half full. I have work to do, and it would be nice to spread out.
Since the attendant is still busy, I unbuckle and quickly switch seats. In no time flat another attendant comes to hover above me.
We can’t have you changing seats sir.
I’m sorry, but I’ve been instructed by my superiors that no one can change their seats. I’m sorry.
Alright. I move back to my seat, and ponder.
Can’t move? It’s not hard on the seats – they are designed for many butt touches.
It can’t be the airplane. This one is large enough so that even an elephant could move around without bothering the pilots.
No, it can only be for the flight attendant’s convenience. It makes it easier on them. It’s for making their lives easier, not ours. The more they can treat us like cattle, the better.
I realize that if the airline could figure out a way to put us to sleep and stack us up like firewood, they would. No need for food, toilets, and more people on the plane. Fewer attendants even. Heck, they’re probably working on the idea even as I write.
More importantly, you and I live in this world, in this society, and are customers of that airline. To the degree that we don’t question their authority in order that we can have better lives is our fault. To the degree that we don’t insist on questioning their authority so that our children can have better lives is a sin.
I looked in that attendant’s eyes and said “sorry to have upset you.”
But in my heart, if it had been something important that I was fighting for, I wouldn’t have stopped. The future is worth it.