Location, location, location. The three “Ls” of real estate. The same is applicable to airline travel: aisle, middle, or window? Exit row, over the wing, in front of the aircraft or do you prefer the solace of being in the tail? The next decision is square footage. How much space do you want? How much do you need? How much can you afford? Will you space needs increase, or decrease in the future?
For my last commercial flight, due to constraints placed on me by my employer, I chose a small starter house in a bad neighborhood: Seat 24B. I didn’t really choose this seat, rather is was chosen for me by an arrangement between my employer and the airline industry. The two criteria? Is is low-priced? Is it uncomfortable? Check. Check. Deal.
I do not blame my employer (solely) as the airlines quest for profit was just as much responsible for putting me in the airline equivalent of Mediterranean Avenue as anything else. I support airline profitability. They must profit to survive and to continue to provide their service to the market. None of this assuages the misery of a tiny one square foot area in which to be lofted through the sky to one’s destination.
I’ve experienced both better and worse air travel. Despite my experience, good or bad, I am left underwhelmed and thinking there has got to be a better way. The easy aspect of air travel is the ease and affordability of the choices available. As in life, the difficult part is living within one’s means. Welcome to Mediterranean Avenue!