You’re prodded in by the TSA and their cattle prods, encouraging you to stay in line with your fellow cow commuters dressed in their barnyard best.
As you trot down the aisle to board the plane, you hear a chorus of exaggerated moos and witness a slow-motion stampede. It’s truly an udderly ridiculous sight.
You mosey on down to your seat and wiggle in. Next to you sits Bessie, a heifer whose udders playfully elbow you like an annoying brother. But hey, are you really experiencing the miracle of flight if someone’s poorly placed arms, legs, or hooves don’t brush up against you? It’s all part of the package, right?
As the plane takes off, it turns into a wild rodeo ride, bouncing you up and down in your seat. The captain reassures you it’s just “unexpected turbulence,” but his thick Texan accent and a “yeehaw” suggests you’ve unwittingly joined the Mile-High Rodeo Club.
Mid-flight, a cattle cart is wheeled down the aisle, offering a buffet of peanuts and popcorn to fatten you up for the slaughterhouse — I mean, the destination. Suddenly, a smell that screams “barnyard disaster” wafts through the air, making your nose crinkle. The economy class moos in unison, cursing the loose-boweled-bastard for spreading manure.
After a few more surprise rodeos and a couple more enthusiastic “yee-haws,” the Cowboy Captain announces it’s time to buckle up for landing. That is, of course, assuming you and the other cows can find your buckles amidst the chaos.
The instant the wheels touch the ground, the cattle — uh, passengers — stampede towards the exit and clog up the aisle like cattle often do, until the herd dogs come to usher them out. They’ve damned you and your overhead luggage to the wild, wild west of commercial aviation.
All you want is one thing: for them to moove over.
Please like, comment, share and let me know if you’ve flown in a cattle car.
Truth! We used to call it a bus with wings or more intimately, the silver cocoon.
Regardless, flying ain’t what it used to be for many reasons, not the least of which are lack of space and poor attire of passengers. Years ago, we got dressed up to fly and we were served meals rather than nuts and a drink.
I remember the first time I flew, my parents made me dress up and I have ever since, my have the times changed.
Did they have to wear masks during the flight to guard against Covid, or did they have herd immunity?
lol that made me laugh hahah
Life with laughs is lovely!
Best part of life, thanks for the gift
I love at the end of the flight, when everyone stands up and starts grabbing their stuff, like we don’t wait for the people in front of us to disembark first.
I haven’t flown since circa 1990, but back then I remember it being a fairly enjoyable experience! I guess times have changed, eh?
I have totally flown in a cattle car. Several times. Love the part about snacks to “fatten you up for the slaughterhouse.” I read that part out loud to my partner.
You’ve captured it well, mooo!
Yeehaw
😂 Thank you. 🤣
No problem
How did you know we’ve been calling Ecownomy as Cattle Class?
Lmao I’m mad I didn’t think of that – very funny
Flying is definitely not the pleasant experience it once was. But now every time I do I’m going to think of cows… so thanks for that.
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Hahah you’re welcome – yeah it’s hard to get out of my head too
I agree. I flew to Arizona, which was a neat State but I thought plane was going to crash..I drank so many bottles of Brandy LoL 🤣
Turbulence is crazy forsure
Flying is the best part of all my live
Nice!
Frighteningly true.
Hahah the best stories ade
Good morning Tony 🌞
I drive. Unless I’m going overseas…which is near never. I’m sick of cattle calls.
They’re so annoying! I’m with you on driving
🙄🙄🙄
Flying is definitely not as enjoyable as it used to be. But from now on, whenever I fly, I’ll think of cows… so thanks for that.
After a few more surprise rodeos and a couple more enthusiastic “yee-haws,” the Cowboy Captain announces it’s time to buckle up for landing. That is, of course, assuming you and the other cows can find your buckles amidst the chaos.
Hahah yes