It doesn’t matter how often I fly — each time I sit down in my seat, I always take the little emergency information card out of the seat-back and look through it. I don’t understand why I do this; I never absorb any of the material in case there’s an emergency. It’s just a habit. Kind of like flipping through the Skymall magazine — it’s there, therefor it must be looked at. Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I take the barf bag out and give it a once-over too.
Now I can satisfy my strange obsession at home, too, with this huge gallery of flotation device and emergency oxygen instructions. Perhaps I’ll look at them each night before bed, just for old time’s sake.
That one up there is my favorite. It looks like she’s milking a mechanical cow.
[via grow a brain]