Brunette and Jet-Set’s Guide to Dating (as written on a layover in Hartsfield-Jackson):
There are several things to pick-apart in the airline industy. One of the most obvious: seat assignments
This is no guide to love but it’s my two-cents about how something readily available to every traveler, seating assignments, may lead you to love if not compatibility… the non-superficial kind that is.
Let’s start with a quick run-through. There are three types of traveler: the bum who picks the middle seat and then those who stake claim to the window or the aisle seats. Bum aka flying novice.. that’s the first kind of traveler. And then the rest of us savy jet-setters.. we are two. But who are these people? Are aislers more attractive than windowers? Oops… with that very statement I am guilty of perpetrating my own rule of non-superficiality. Let us refocus.
If there’s been a study that has linked personality (not looks) to seat selection, I’d like to see it.
If whether we carry a blackberry or iPhone categorizes us as a certain type of individual (and it most certainly does), why wouldn’t’ what seat we sit in tell us something about who we are as well?
It took me a few minutes on my flight from PHX to ATL (final destination: PVD) to hypothesis the aforementioned, but I think I have it. And here it is:
The window-seat-sitter.
You like your privacy or have a strong bladder. You’re a dreamer, or you’re an observer of scenery.. and in this case, clouds and tiny cars that look like they belong on the boardgame LIFE. Maybe you like that two inches of extra space you have between the window and your armrest. You might even just use the window as a stand-in shoulder on which to sleep… a hard, plastic, germ-ridden, fingerprint-laden shoulder at that. Perhaps, a little bit of all of the aforementioned. Or maybe it was between the middle seat and the window… and you chose the window. Good call.
The aisle-seat-enthusiast.
You don’t mind getting up to let the window seat sitter in because you think you have claim to the best seat in the entire row. How arrogant. But you probably are. And you probably feel like you’ll get off the plane faster than window-seat picker in your aisle. By 2 seconds, but still. You’re are a social butterfly who doesn’t mind having a neighbor to their left, one foot to thier right, and several neighbors at their diaganols. Maybe you fidget, maybe, you drink a half a can of soda and you have the guts to use the airplane restroom (and that’s gutsy). If it’s not one of the above than you are a window-seat-sitter who doesn’t want to sit in the middle. Good call.
The Bum. AKA the man or woman in the middle seat.
There is a reason first and business classes have eliminated the middle seat. It’s for the un-travelled. In my opinion: the bums. There are few "bums" in business class and in my opinion, it would practically be a financially liabilitiy to offer a middle seat in anything but coach because what flying veteran would pick a middle-seat? And what CEO or “miles by the million rewards program whore” wouldn’t be a flying veteran? I have a point.. and you know it.
Maybe you want to de-plane quicker and brave a middle seat. I hope you enjoy those 10 minutes of being off the plane quicker because you just spent 4+ hours sandwiched between two people who overlap on the armrests to your left and right. Faulty logic.
I’ll cut you some slack. Maybe you are married. Maybe you want to sit next to your husband or wife and decide to brave the middle seat. Well, good for you.. but I would say adieu to my spouse past the gate and sit in a different row over choosing the middle seat… honeymoon flight to Europe or not.
Last but not least, maybe you were too lazy to check-in for your flight in the first 22 hrs Delta gave you to, or look at your pre-assigned seatting assignment. And for that, you are a bum.
As you can tell, the type of character that a middle-seat sitter exhibits is not that of a worldy travel (perhaps the very opposite) and hence, not for the jet-set. All middle seat sitters are henceforth eliminated as this brunette’s future husbands.
CONCLUSION: Seat assignments may be a portal to compatability, or at the very least, narrow down a plane of 100 bachelors down to 50.
Until next time,
A window seat sitter.
1 comment:
as an aisler, i absolutely look down upon hemmed-in windowers and don't like the fact that I often have to help shuttle their drink orders "down the aisle" or help ditch their trash when called upon by the stewards.... how un-jet-setty... and i tend to believe that the real reason you and others sit next to the window is to escape the random ill-mannered young passengers who might sit in an aisle seat (because their parents don't want them in their aisle) and cause all kinds of mischief....it's just an extra layer of protection for you window wimps
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