Don't worry. Why, the company assures us that we'll feel just fine in these seats (WHO THE HELL ARE THEY KIDDING MY KNEES ARE SCREAMING JUST LOOKING AT THE PICTURE):
"The seat ... is like a saddle. Cowboys ride eight hours on their horses during the day and still feel comfortable in the saddle."
Someone obviously hasn't heard of the term "saddle sore" before, nor apparently do they understand why a funny bowlegged cowboy is bowlegged. And let's not forget the fact that cowboys ride constantly, spending months and years breaking in their cowboy butts, while the typical airline passenger just wants to get these four hours over with and disembark, with butt unbroken, in Columbus already.
The real difference though is that cowboys in the Oooold West were treated as potential criminals as soon as they entered town; airline passengers in today's Brave New World are treated as potential criminals as soon as they try to leave it.
But apparently none of this matters one bit to this company, which has gone and thunk up and greenlit and produced to the point of market entry yet another object which would be absolutely loved by those who profit from it and loathed by those who actually have to use it. This is one of those ideas only someone in Corporate could love, and I say that with openly unrepentant prejudice.
So let's all be good cowboys and cowgirls and ride our flying horsies eight hours to LAX! Yee-haw! Tell you what, row pardner. I'll race ya!
Don't call it Skyhumper; you'll give them ideas
"The seat ... is like a saddle. Cowboys ride eight hours on their horses during the day and still feel comfortable in the saddle."
Someone obviously hasn't heard of the term "saddle sore" before, nor apparently do they understand why a funny bowlegged cowboy is bowlegged. And let's not forget the fact that cowboys ride constantly, spending months and years breaking in their cowboy butts, while the typical airline passenger just wants to get these four hours over with and disembark, with butt unbroken, in Columbus already.
The real difference though is that cowboys in the Oooold West were treated as potential criminals as soon as they entered town; airline passengers in today's Brave New World are treated as potential criminals as soon as they try to leave it.
But apparently none of this matters one bit to this company, which has gone and thunk up and greenlit and produced to the point of market entry yet another object which would be absolutely loved by those who profit from it and loathed by those who actually have to use it. This is one of those ideas only someone in Corporate could love, and I say that with openly unrepentant prejudice.
So let's all be good cowboys and cowgirls and ride our flying horsies eight hours to LAX! Yee-haw! Tell you what, row pardner. I'll race ya!