Airline promises to find you a seat buddy
EVER SAT NEXT TO a really annoying person on a long-haul flight? (If the supersized whiskey-drinker who sat next to me on a recent Singapore-Hong Kong flight is reading this, keep it shut.)
An airline is about to launch a seat-buddy system to make sure everyone sits next to their ideal companion, I heard from reader “Grandpa” Christian Fardel, who works in the aviation industry. (Grandpa is pictured above, sitting next to Lift Lurker.)
How do the the airline people work out who you’d like to sit next to?
When you buy your ticket, you tell Air Baltic your preferred general “mood” of travel (“I like to network”, “I prefer silence”, “I fondle strangers” etc.) and your work and interests (“I am a Malaysian-Latvian contract-killer who collects Hello Kitty figurines.”).
The airline reckons that even people who normally prefer grim silence may open up if someone on board has the exact same interests. “Hey, I love Hello Kitty too!”
Other frequent travelers I discussed this with were intrigued.
Reader Chris Huber (right) from Hong Kong said he’d ask the airline for a middle seat between two top models.
Sandeep Singh said: “I’m going to put down ‘gynecology’ as my hobby.”
I pointed out that he had no medical qualifications.
“I could say ‘AMATEUR gynecologist’,” he said.
Yeah right. I hope they make him sit next to a woman with HORRIBLE CONTAGIOUS diseases.
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