Itâ€™s Friday the 13th and I feel like having a tantrum. I do. The last vestige of travel dignity has been eradicated â€“ the art of check-in seduction. As you all know, securing oneself a good seat on a plane is not something one leaves to chance.Â A bat of the eye, a show of oneâ€™s long legs (canâ€™t possibly squeeze these gams into a regular pitch) and voila â€“ a bulkhead seat materializes.
Now, both AC and WS charge for bulkhead or exit row seats. Which means that any old fart in a pink sweatsuit can now command the good spots. People!! Whatâ€™s the point of looking this good?
If the airlines need a bit of extra cash that badly, they should take Bob Eckerâ€™s advice and go the way of NASCAR â€“ sell sponsorships. Paint logos on the fuselage, put stickers on flight attendants, sponsor the announcements, etc. And leave the good seats to those of us who have earned them with our inherent gifts. That is the way nature intended it — and everyone knows itâ€™s bad luck to play with Mother Nature.