Oh My… Why?!?!
We don’t fly a lot. Perhaps two or three times a year, to and fro. So, I guess all told, that means with the to and fro we’re looking, more accurately, at 4-6 times a year. OK. Perhaps compared to the average family, we fly quite a bit during the course of a year.
I, and I do believe I can speak for the family (Filipes, as always, will not have me speaking for him and in this case, likely would surely disagree), am happy to fly fully clothed. The seats are not particularly comfortable, even with pants. They have been sat in by many, many, MANY behinds. Behinds that have been, only God, knows where. Airline seats, as previously stated, sat in by innumerable behinds, and while I’ve not seen any formal studies of what variety of creepie crawlies have been identified to flourish, I prefer to know that I am protected by a sturdy barrier of nylon parachute travel pants with fanny pack…. Food and drinks inevitably spill… on me. As I am always cold on airplanes I am kept mostly clean and dry by the (ack!) airline blanket (don’t ask, don’t tell!). However, if I were not protected by my clothes and the added protective, flame and HAZMAT retardant layer of (ack!) airline blanket I would run the risk of being scalded, jellied, drenched, cream cheesed, mayonnaised, impaled by ice cubes… the possibilities are endless. Oh, and I could never bring myself to ignore the questionable history enjoy the comfort of my blanket without the protection of aforementioned clothing.
So therefore. This. Is of completely no interest to me. Again, I am not able to speak for Filipes.
I never even thought of all the germs on the airplane…I’m always hung up on how I’m trapped in a tin can and at any given moment could crash to the ground…