August 26, 2008



It's called "xanax" darling. Don't leave home without it.
Glad you made it! Can't wait to hear all.


That's funny, the majestic plural is a pet peeve of mine. Guess it's all relative.


Just regarding your peeve for another day: mine is when the person in front of me reclines their seat back as far as it will possibly go, making it near impossible to get out without gutting myself. Are you sure you weren't sitting in that person's lap?!


Or people standing up and gathering their had luggage before the plane has fully stopped, and despite the pleas of the cabin crew. Then they stand awkwardlly in the aisles, pressed together like doomed cattle, waiting for the doors to open. Fer Christ's sake, people, the plane aint about to take off again before you get off.

Welcome to Melbourne, Mark

R. Tilern Smurtz

I believe they mean to be annoyingly redundant in order to avoid any confusion from passengers claiming not to have been aware that it was the LAST boarding call.


Hah! I laughed reading this post. I thought my husband and I were the only ones who got annoyed by people pulling themselves up with the back of our chairs.
I don't have a problem with people who put their seats back though. It is well within their rights and unavoidable if one wants to sleep. Pulling on the back of the seat is, however, an avoidable discomfort.


The other outstanding use of language is when the flight attendant "welcomes you to (location) or wherever your final destination may take you."

Um, my final destination isn't taking me anywhere.

This is something to be contemplated while your flight is "pre-boarding."


The other outstanding use of language is when the flight attendant "welcomes you to (location) or wherever your final destination may take you."

Um, my final destination isn't taking me anywhere.

This is something to be contemplated while your flight is "pre-boarding."

Shyam Kumar

No one puts it better than George Carlin.

My fav:

"Please get on the plane"

Carlin: "Eff you, am getting IN the plane. It's a lot less windy in there"




You should take a look at Jonathan Miles's Dear American Airlines. It's brilliant like your letter.


Also too, there's not enough fresh air.

Mary McPhee

It makes perfect sense. "This is your last (and the final announcement of the last)boarding call." Or: "This is your last--and by the way, we aren't telling you again--boarding call. So that's final."


Um... been to Bangalore International Airport? Here's the start of the "announcement" I'm hearing now: "Good morning; may I have your attention please... All passengers.."

Talk of redundancy!

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