When being catapulted 35,000 feet into the air in a 700,000 pound jumbo jet, I tend to blindly comply with the rules and regulations put in place by my pilot and his crew staff. They tell me my seat cushion can be used as a floatation device, in my head I call bullshit, but I take their word for it. They tell me oxygen will be flowing into the mask even though it will not be inflating, I agree, even though that notion strongly disagrees with the laws of physics.
They say ‘would you like another double Captain and ginger?’ I nod my head like a good little boy.But one thing that really chaps my ass is when they come by before we’re even rolling down the runway demanding that I turn my phone on Airplane mode. It’s like I have loved ones to text and ex-girlfriends who NEED to see my latest dick pic, tell the pilot to chill for a bit.
I’ve deferred to the irrational but widespread rationale that not putting one’s phone on airplane mode can tangle the signals to the pilot, possibly sending the plane into a mountainside. As a millennial, it takes this dire possibility of the plane being turned into an accordion for me to consider turning off my phone for a few hours. Pathetic.
But this rationale is bullshit.
According to Daily Mail,
So then why are those pesky flight attendants putting the brakes on my dick pic game. It’s for the comfort of the pilots. Ya know, the dudes navigating the skies who ultimately decide if you live or die.
