Tug Down Lightly (Day 46)
Taken at 34,000 feet somewhere over Connecticut; inspired by a Dennis Miller rant on air travel.
“… what about those masks that drop down in the event of decompression? That’s a pretty flimsy-looking apparatus, isn’t it? Doesn’t this look remarkably like a Parkay margarine cup on the end of an enema bag or something? They always have these bizarre instructions to start the flow of oxygen, “Tug down lightly on the cord.” Yeah, you know when I’m shoulder rolling at seven hundred miles per hour, “lightly” just isn’t in my f’ing vocabulary, all right? You know people are going to be Conaning those things right off the bulkhead. Something intrinsically cruel having the last forty seconds of your life turn into a Lucy skit.
I think instead of oxygen, they ought to pump in nitrous oxide. This way, if the plane does wreck – that first rescue team comes onto the scene – you’re up in a tree still strapped in your seat just laughing your ass off…”
To the nice Southwest flight crew who let me set up this shot in the galley, thanks! And to my cabin mate in 12E - hope you made it to Nashville safely.
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