I was taken with the detailed and at times horrifying responses I got to my post on Airplane Arseholes — the very worst was from a woman who wrote about a tuna fish eating pervert. But the more mundane stuff — about people slamming their seats back or hollering into their cell phones — also generated a lot of emotion too, and indeed, airplanes are places where asshole poisoning sometimes runs wild. These responses were provoked by my plea for help with a little piece that I was writing for the ValueJet magazine. Frankly, I got so carried away with the assignment that I sent them a piece about three times longer than requested, and I haven’t heard back from them yet. I suggested a 12-Item self-test that passengers could take that I called the Flying ARSE — inspired by the original workplace Asshole Rating Self-Exam (ARSE), which has now been completed by about 45,000 people and attracted over 70,000 unique visitors. They will likely trim it way down or might decline to publish it, but I am happy the outcome in any case.
All this has further inspired me to develop a full-length Flying ARSE test, an asshole self-test for airplane passengers. Right now, to allow some rough comparison with workplace ARSE levels, I planning on also making it a 24 -item test — although that may change. And I am starting to talk with people from Electric Pulp about doing a web-based version like we did with Kawasaki. I hope to have this up and running a few weeks. The comments and emails I got yesterday gave me great ideas for items, but now I need to generate more questions, so please make suggestions. Your stories are wonderful (and horrible), but also don’t hesitate to suggest specific items.
As a bit of inspiration, I offer my favorite item in the current draft, which your stories inspired:
"You are skilled at multi-tasking β walking on the plane, dealing with your luggage, talking on your cell phone all at once. Sure, you sometimes stand in the aisle a little longer and
bump into people, but it is a good use of YOUR time."
P.S. Check out this New Yorker story called Turbulence by David Sedaris, one of my favorite storytellers and writers. It shows how asshole poisoning can spread on a plane, as usual with his writing, very funny.
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