Sooo...as I was traveling to the airport, listening to someone who thought discussing airplane crashes was appropriate since I’m a pilot, while I’m thinking of my exit row seating and smacking myself in the head for not wearing cross trainers, but thankful for remembering to wear cotton...well, thank you, universe- my also pilot husband just had me print out his ticket for his trip on a 777. I couldn’t understand why my daughter has to take anti-anxiety medication before flying. I’m a little dense. Regardless, they’ll determine it’s pilot error. I do have new respect for my husband as he told me about refusing a last minute run way change into Atlanta.
It always ticks me off when they allow certain people to stay in the exit rows. My husband and I are 6’1” and in good shape, with good hearing and ability to understand English. We could get those doors open and help others out. So, when we flew and were in those rows, I felt okay. But not when the stewardesses would ask people who were elderly, short-of-hearing, no English comprehension, too young, disabled, or something else if they understood the instructions and all she’d get was a blank stare (until she made people repeat after her). Sorry, but in this case, safety should come first and not being PC.
And, when not in the exit row, I tried to have a flashlight with me, and imagine everything being filled with smoke, upside-down, etc.