I am not particularly picky when it comes to food. And I don’t think airline food is usually that bad. I think the big problem is that, if they serve you something awful on a 8h flight, the only alternative to somehow force it down is to starve. So those experiences naturally traumatize you.
Having said all that, there are quite a few airline food related stories that I could tell, but nothing really spectacular. I’m sure you guys could top me. So, dear readers, what is your personal favorite airline food story?
I guess we all know the feeling of thinking that everything that happens around you somehow relates to you. Especially as an insecure teenager, I always had the feeling that, whenever somebody was laughing or talking somewhere that they might be laughing about me, etc. It is a sobering but at the same time liberating discovery when you realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you and nobody really cares that much about you (family and friends excluded of course).
It still happens sometimes though that I see somebody waving and think he’s waving at me. Well, there’s a little bit of Chuck in all of us.
Everyone who has flown on airliners before has seen people like this. I mean, okay, sometimes you make a bad call on how much carry-on luggage you can bring, especially if you’re not an experienced flyer. But I’ve seen people trying to shove 70 cm long items into 50 cm deep overhead compartments more than once, and it just boggles my mind on what kind of visual judgement some people have. Or do they expect the outer hull of the aircraft to yield?
To be honest, I’ve also tried to check in with a ridiculous amount of carry-on luggage before. That was on the flight home, after my first longer stay abroad, when I was young, dumb, broke, and underestimated the amount of crap that can accumulate in just half a year of living somewhere. I have no idea how I managed to get on two airplanes that day with an overweight backback and two guitars. But I suspect that I wouldn’t be able to pull that off nowadays!
With the economic doldrums and high gas prices, I’m sure it’s not the greatest time to run an airline right now. And by extensions, probably also not the greatest time to work for an airline. Through Chicken Wings I have got to know quite a few professional pilots during the years and although they all love their job, it seems that there is a reason why everybody says you really need to love aviation if you want to take up flying as a carreer.
If you’re interested in a non-sugarcoated insight into the aviation industry, you might want to check out “Squawk 7700“, a great book by our good friend Pete Buffington. You can also find it on Amazon, where it frequently rises to the top of the bestseller list of aviation books, but you can also get it from us!
This is another not-invented comic strip, depicting a situation and a dialogue that happened verbatim on a flight from South Africa to Europe some thirty-something years ago. The lady with the baby was our mom and the baby was Mike, and the “Wrongh Brothers” were German tourists.
Not that I would ever be loud on an airplane, but a threat like that would certainly work on me, and probably anybody!
A friend of mine who flies for the airlines has assured me that that’s not how it really works in London. On the other hand, I remember stories my brother used to tell me about the times he was a UN soldier in Cyprus, where he was part of a mixed special force consisting of British, Argentinian and Austrian troops. Apparently not even a violent riot was enough to keep the Brits from having their tea time with their thermos behind the army truck.
And, as all avid readers of Asterix know, the Britons stopping in the middle of battle for their “hot water with mik” was how the Romans were able to conquer the island!
Today’s strip was also written by real life. I was on a Trans-Atlantic flight and the airline actually ran out of beer! They must have had too many Irish and Germans onboard…
After the flight attendant told me and my initial disappointment (I love beer), I finally settled on a glass of red wine. I leaned over to my seat neighbor commenting “Boy, that was one of the worst announcements ever!” . . . . and so the strip was born after sitting in my seat and wondering what other horrible announcement she could have come up with.
Okay, for this week, we’ll also try something new. That is something like a single panel cartoon instead of the typical comic strip.
I guess everybody who ever flew economy before has asked him/herself this philosophical question we raise in todays cartoon. Usually you play this mental game when you sit at the gate, waiting to board the plane. I always find myselft looking at all the other passengers and ranking or grading them. Funny, how it’s never the As sitting next to you, but usually D to Fs. Sometimes a C or B.
The only thing wrong about our cartoon is that the lady with her two children would probably not sit *next* to you, but behind you, so the kids can kick your seat from behind.