A few trips ago, flight attendants started to ask me and whoever I was traveling with what I would do in case of an emergency. Maybe it’s a new policy? Perhaps it makes them feel better to hear us say that we’ve got it covered, and perhaps we do – I imagine that adrenaline will push us to do what is necessary. I can still walk a teeny bit with support, and I always travel with an able-bodied adult, so the truth is we will probably figure it out.
But what I really want to say is: “we will all be dead if the plane crashes, so does it really matter?” And if by chance we end up on a desert island, like in Lost, I’m screwed anyway – have you ever seen a wheelchair in sand? They had to cure John Locke, or else it would have been pretty boring to watch him sit in one spot for six seasons.
Have Chair, Will Travel 