Sex On a Plane?
No Thanks. I’ve Got Important Knitting to Do
I fly a lot. There’s nothing sexy about it.
And yet, according to one survey, 9% of Americans claim to have had a sexual encounter in an airplane seat, 17% in the airplane bathroom, 5% with a stranger on an airplane, and 3% with a crew member.
That implies that when I get on a plane, at least one of my fellow flyers will soon be making in-flight whoopie.
Who are these people?
Are there folks so randy that they can’t just take a break from sex long enough to fly to Seattle?
Is there something about zipping through the sky in a too-small seat in a big metal tube for hours and hours with a bunch of strangers that’s a turn-on?
Are some flyers taking the news that we’ve reached cruising altitude a bit too literally?
I get it — air travel gets boring. But that’s why there are complimentary beverages, and little bags of peanuts, and superhero movies to watch.
Also — who would want to get it on in that tiny little bathroom?
I have never once closed the airplane bathroom door behind me, surveyed the toilet and sink and thought “Wow. Sexy! This room is made for hot hot love.”
