If I were designing a house which had quite a narrow front hall, I wouldn’t put the telephone master socket right by the front door, where nobody in their right mind would want to have a telephone, thus rendering it COMPLETELY USELESS.
Dec 202007
Nov 272007
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.“
