My RSS feed provided a lovely gem this morning:

There is no passion like that of a functionary for his function.
- Georges Clemenceau

Truer words have seldom been spoken.   Example.

This weekend I was on a flight to New York and the stewardess busted my balls over my headphones.  It seems that you can’t have your headphones in your ears when the plane is sitting on the taxi way.  For 30 minutes.  She didn’t cover that in her safety speech before we pulled away from the gate.  Not that I heard anyway.

Bitch made a big scene about it though once we out on the tarmac.  She even made a special announcement “for passengers that don’t fly enough to know” that wearing your headphones on the taxi way will cause the plane to crash.   How the hell can we crash before we take off?

If I’m forced to sit next to the smelly guy from Nairobi then at least let me have my tunes.  Or my podcasts in this case.

Since having my headphones in while waiting to take off on the way home was a complete non-issue I have to assume that it was a case of power going to the first stewardess’ head.  After all, it’s not like she’s in a field with a real future and the pay is for shit too.