That's me, too! Once on a Southwest flight I asked the stewardess for a Johnny Walker Black on the rocks. She gave me a dirty look and said, "You're going to have to tell me what that means, because I'm a flight attendant, not a bartender." I was so indignant I forgot to be nervous! The control factor is definitely, I think, what gets people so nervous, especially after reading accounts such as the recent crash near Buffalo, and the one in San Diego in 1978, where the flight crew were horsing around during a landing and not paying attention to what they were doing. Still, though, you can think of it as something like Russian Roulette, with a pistol that holds a million rounds. Not really much of a chance that anything disastrous is going to happen!
That’s my favorite airplane brand also. I don’t bother asking for a single malt since I know I would get a befuddled look!