Yesterday Doug and I flew home from a fun-filled Christmas in Oregon and Washington. On our last leg of the journey from Atlanta to Richmond we were seated in the emergency exit row.
As we first sat down in our seats, it occurred to me that the people around us might be sizing us up. I wondered if they were thinking to themselves, "If our plane goes down, we're turning to THEM to help us out?"
While the extra leg room is divine, I just don't think I'll pick to sit in the exit row again. The burden of responsibility is simply too much.