Off we flew to Glasgow for the lovely Kirsten’s birthday. Or rather, off we flew to Glasgow Prestwick, which is to Glasgow as London Luton is to London.
Anyway. After a special Ryanair queueing adventure, where I was sent back and forth from the checkin to the ticket desk twice, we boarded. I settled down to try to snooze, as is my wont, and Anthony switched his phone to flight mode and started watching a video on it. The flight attendant approaches.
“Excuse me, sir, is that a mobile phone?”
“Yeah, but it’s in flight mode.”
Then, the moment of chilling clarity. The realisation of that which had only been previously suspected. All those nagging fears confirmed in a single sentence.
“Sorry, sir, but you’ll have to switch it off. Ryanair doesn’t support flight mode.“
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