Blogging in Formation: January 2014
Dealing with Passengers – by Mark L Berry
NOTE: This essay has a companion song that goes with it. “Into the Sky (The Whom and Why for Whom I Fly)” was co-written with, and recorded by Matt Pierce during FAWM 2014 (February Album Writing Month). Matt and I have collaborated on a handful of companion songs over the last few words, and several of them appear within my memoir 13,760 Feet–My Personal Hole in the Sky.
Into the Sky (The Whom and Why for Whom I Fly)
Words by Mark L Berry
Music by Matt Pierce
Performed by Matt Pierce
While working, I am locked behind a bulletproof door and segregated from my passengers, but they are still the best and most important part of my aircraft. Oh sure, sometimes flight attendants tell me their horror stories about screaming kids, or the white-knuckle fliers who won’t stop ringing their call bells, but I signed up for a life of travel, and what better way to spend it than with 148 passengers and crew to share my journey? That’s the capacity of the MD80 I fly if we fill every seat that doesn’t flush—including the cockpit and both cabin jumpseats—but not including any lap children under the age of two.
My freight-flying friends, who affectionately call themselves freight dogs, love to tell me, “boxes don’t complain.” They can bank and yank their commercial transport aircraft all they want, and restraining straps rather than seatbelts hold everything, rather than everyone, securely in place. That’s fine for those who love flying, but gravitate toward a less social nature. I’m cursed as a severe extrovert, and enjoy interacting with my customers—however limited that may be.
As I drag my overstuffed rollaboard and piggy-backing worn-leather flight kit down the fluorescent-lit Jetway, this chute is often stuffed with people waiting to board. I greet the cue with a joke to encourage them to politely let me pass by: “Excuse me please, I promise that I won’t take your seat. I have my own that has both a forward-facing window and access to an aisle.”
Usually they let me cut the line to the cabin door. I’m sure it’s my uniform more than my beaming smile that overrides their natural compulsion to protect their spot in line. Today they have questions:
“How old are you?”
“Where did you go to flight school?”
“Have you had anything to drink in the last twelve hours?”
Their questions reflect their concern for the weather, the maintenance of the aircraft, and every aspect of the flight that they have absolutely no control over. I get it. They don’t want to remain anonymous; they want their pilot to care about them. They don’t just want to be fragile eggs in our giant, aluminum-winged carton. Like the Whos in Whoville, they are speaking up and exercising their right to be heard. They are flexing their influence as individuals, not collective cargo, and although they may sleep on my flight (like I would if I were crammed into a coach seat), they are depending on me—a uniformed stranger—to take them off and land them safely.
Well, I am happy to be here. Now if you’ll just let me slip past you so I can hide behind my bulletproof door…
In case you are curious, here are the lyrics to the companion song “Into the Sky (The Whom and Why–for Whom I Fly)“:
Locked behind the cockpit door
Can’t see my passengers anymore
But they are still the who and why
Everyone for whom I fly
They are the entire reason I
Will take this silver ship
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
So that we can slip into the sky
This ain’t no cargo ship
Needs to be a gentle trip
They are onboard and sitting straight
We are ready to leave the gate
Oh, I relax my grip
So that we can slip this silver ship
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
So we can slip into the sky
Although I don’t know them by name
I’m still glad they came
On this midnight flight
‘Cause they’re still the who and why
They are the entire reason I
Will take this silver ship
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
So we can slip into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
Into the sky
So we can slip into the sky
My fellow Bloggers (in formation, of course) can be found at:
March 1: Saturday:
Brent Owens – iFLYblog
Mark L Berry – marklberry.com/blog
March 2: Sunday:
Andrew Hartley – Smart Flight Training
Rob Burgon – http://tallyone.com
March 3: Monday:
Karlene Petitt – Flight to Success
Chip Shanle – www.project7alpha.com
March 4: Tuesday:
Eric Auxier – Adventures of Cap’n Aux
Ron Rapp – House of Rapp
Check out their Dealing With Passengers stories, and if you like what you see, share us with your friends: #blogformation
Reference: This is an excerpt from my article “Ten, Nine, Eight…” in the April 2013 issue of Airways magazine.
The companion song for the longer Airways article is “Surgical Star–without a knife” co-written with, and performed by Simon Ashby. Anesthesiologists are often compared to pilots because their work depends on their takeoffs and landings.
Words by Mark L Berry & Music by Simon Ashby
Performed by Simon Ashby
VERA A. HOLMAN says
APPRECIATE THE SONG…HAVE TWO GRANDSONS WITH BANDS, ONE VERY ACTIVE, IN ALBERTA.
Not the “Come Fly With Me” type! Marketing hits in Japan.
VERA A. HOLMAN says
Back in 1955 I was graduating high school ahead of time, and had applied to a major Canadian Airline to train to become a pilot, or failing that, a stewardess. I was just over 5’8.5 inches tall, over the height restriction, and still growing. They said no. Rather than apply to my favorite “White Knuckle Airways” I joined the RCAF and have a lot of unlogged hours under my belt as “crew, weather woman” while the guys played cards in the back. I was airborne and I loved every second. I think the hardest part of this all was landing one of the huge boxcars with an American pilot peering over my shoulder….those were the days!!! BUT, when something like MH370 happens, I have theories based on a wild imagination that only writers have today…what if? What if? WHAT IF? ;-0
Ron Rapp says
It’s interesting to hear the airline pilot’s perspective on passengers, especially these days when so many seem to commute to work themselves. They say doctors make the worst patients, but I doubt that’s true about airline pilots. 🙂
Do airlines still give out those wings?? I thought that sort of thing ended years ago!
Brent says
Mark,
I love the tune! Very catchy. I love the acoustic guitar. I have a martin travel guitar that I attempt to play, but it has other ideas.
Great article too! You are so right, the passengers are at our mercy and it’s great when we can do our part to allay their fears.
Brent
Karlene says
Rob, what a great song! I love this. And I smile. Nobody ever asks how old I am. They just ask if I can get them a coke and some nuts. lol. Yes, I too love to interact with my customers. The nice thing about international and being junior is I get first break. Wait…the first break’s not nice. The nice part is, I get to walk around the plane and remember how awe-inspiring the size it, and then stand at the boarding door and give out wings and gab with the passengers. Another great post!