In-flight catalog makes good flights go bad
I don’t like to fly and it shows.
No…my issue isn’t rooted in the fear of being that high above the ground, the popping ears or even the screaming baby in 21 C to my 22 B.
My angst is not with security; unfortunately this is the “new” world in which we live and, with a slew of hundred letters my name, I know I am going to be losing the belt and shoes. And I will occasionally hear the snap of a rubber glove as part of my pre-flight ritual.
Gonna charge me for $10 peanuts? Northwest America Delta Airlines? Oh, it’s $6 bucks for an in-flight Fruit Roll Up? Ticket price will be that of the national debt total in Guam? All of this I will let you tell me is fuel cost driven. Heck, I can even deal with American Airlines cancelling 26 of 24 flights.
But… I draw and you cross, dear Wright Brother, the line of patience at the dreaded Sky Mall booklet!
Do not insult what is left of my intelligence to tell me some yahoo is buying this stuff! No one is THAT bored or in that dire need of “Big Foot, the Garden Yeti Sculpture” for the yard! At $98.95 a pop? A “Fish Whisper” sweatshirt for your fav fisherperson at $30 shells? C’mon! Worse yet - who is posing for the ad layouts? Yes, lady the corns on your toes DO look painful, but trust me, footwear is the least your issues.
Maybe it IS good marketing to a (hopefully) captive audience. Based on the ticket cost, perhaps we have proved we are open to spending money recklessly.
But, adult footy jammies and a cot for my pooch?
Someone give me THAT buyer demographic data to read in-flight and I’ll shut up.
