You must fit some kind of profile. Do you wear a suit with a bow tie and very short hair? :hihi: Between the ages of 20 and 35, I found myself sitting in the escape hatch window seat for most of my flights. This did not bother me as the legroom is far better in the escape aisle. After I got older, they never sat me there again. Curious, eh? I ended up in a conversation with an airline agent once and asked her about this and she said they basically had a profile of the demographic that they preferred in those particular seats--a young man traveling without family. It seems that studies have shown that in an emergency that this type of person will quickly open the hatch and get the hell out instead of panicking, sitting there waiting for instructions, or worse--fussing around trying to gather his family and blocking the aisle. We are profiled all the time and never even realize it.
lol probably so, I do wear my hair short and im usually alone or with the wife and my skin tone could say to folks hispanic, black or middle eastern. Last month I swear they sat an Air Marshall next to me, he wanted to talk but I was sleep the entire flight. I prefer that seat as well or the aisle seat so the flight attendants azz can rub against my elbow and shoulder:hihi:
I wish they'd go back to the old way of checking passengers. If this means I'm at a higher risk of being killed by a terrorist, so be it. Maybe less people will fly then and I'll have more room to stretch out on the plane.
Who are quite often businessmen traveling alone that know the ropes about airplanes. It would be just like the airlines to make a self-serving policy look like a perk.
I used to fly out of Heartsfield weekly. One Monday morning I was heading out to catch a 6 AM flight to Sioux Falls. I was going to be driving several hours to my final destination. I was investigating a fraud that involved used farm equipment. It was going to be muddy, so I traded in my suit for jeans. I was standing in the security line when I noticed my pocket knife was in my pocket. Not wanting to lose my kife I went to a hall that connects the security line to the North and South terminals. I stuck my knife on top the door jam and boarded my flight. When I flew back in on Wednesday I went back to the hall and grabbed my knife.
