Screamers On A Plane
I have an op-ed in Tuesday's LA Times. An excerpt:
BY AMY ALKON -- A little late in making those Thanksgiving flight plans? Wondering how you could possibly afford your ticket...that is, without putting a kidney up for sale on Craigslist? Good news! You can get a free flight home on Southwest, plus a $300 travel voucher. Just do what I plan to -- get on a Southwest flight in the next few days, and when it's taking off, shout over and over, "Go, Plane, Go!" and "I want Daddy! I want Daddy!"
Pamela Root got both the free flight and the voucher, plus an apology from Southwest, after her 2-year-old kept screaming those things at the top of his little lungs as their San Jose-bound flight was about to take off. In fact, little Adam reportedly screamed so loudly that the safety announcements couldn't be heard, and the pilot turned the plane back to the gate in Amarillo, Texas, where the two were booted off.
Root was appalled when a flight attendant told her something to the effect of "We just can't tolerate that (screaming) for two hours," reported the Mercury News. Root insisted Adam would be "fine once we take off" -- which, in my book, either means "He'll be fine" or "It would be a serious pain in the butt to be stuck in Amarillo another day."
Unbelievably, Root demanded the apology that she eventually got from the airline (shame, shame, Southwest), and hit them up for the cost of diapers and the "portable crib" she says she had to buy for the overnight stay. Even more unbelievably, there's still no word of any apology from Root to the other passengers -- people whose idea of an in-flight bonus is probably more along the lines of a free drink or a passenger in front of them who reclines his seat without turning their laptop into an expensive doorstop.
There is a notion, reflected in numerous blog comments about the incident, that other passengers should "just deal" and "give a kid a break." This notion is wrong. Parents like Root and others who selfishly force the rest of us to pay the cost of their choices in life aren't just bothering us; they're stealing from us. Most people don't see it this way, because what they're stealing isn't a thing we can grab onto, like a wallet. They're stealing our attention, our time, and our peace of mind.
More and more, we're all victims of these many small muggings every day. Our perp doesn't wear a ski mask or carry a gun; he wears Dockers and shouts into his iPhone in the line behind us at Starbucks, streaming his dull life into our brains, never considering for a moment whether our attention belongs to him. These little acts of social thuggery are inconsequential in and of themselves, but they add up -- wearing away at our patience and good nature and making our daily lives feel like one big wrestling smackdown. (piece continues at LAT link)
And I hope you'll buy my book, I SEE RUDE PEOPLE: One woman's battle to beat some manners into impolite society.