So I can understand in this age of terror alerts and wanna be bombers lighting up their underwear that safety in commercial air travel must come first.
I can understand why American Airlines Flight 197, after boarding all passengers and keeping them sitting for 40 minutes Wednesday night in Boston, ordered us all to disembark because, inexplicably, no one had done the daily safety inspection in the morning (or so we were told, oddly, just past 6:30 p.m.).
I can even accept that it was for our own good that we left one hour and 45 minutes late for San Francisco.
But American, please: It’s time to bring the Talkies back to cross-country flights. That’s right, movies. The ones with sound. You already charge for drinks, for meals, and for luggage. Starting May 1, pillows and blankets will come with an $8 pricetag, too. Come on. Are you setting us up to charge for sound?
I don’t mean to be paranoid, truly I don’t. But we had no movie flying west Wednesday on Flight 197. No music either. Just a buzz. And we had no movie Sunday heading east on Fight 194 back to Boston. No music either. Just the same buzz.
I did appreciate the free drinks after our nearly two-hour delay taking off Wednesday. Given your problems with the T-V, maybe next time you should hand out bottles. Or hire a technician. In-flight sound just can’t be that difficult to master.
“Why,” I asked our flight attendant on the way home Sunday, “do you keep on the picture on when you have no sound?”
“Because,” she explained, “it’s a visual movie.”
Now why didn’t I think of that?