The flight attendant seemed surprised, but she removed the lid to discover a batch of homemade chocolate chip cookies, G— said. She thanked the passengers profusely and started eating the cookies and passing them to other flight attendants, said G—, 22, . . . a senior at the University of Michigan.
“Free drinks for you guys,” G— said he remembers the flight attendant saying to the two passengers.
G—’s thoughts immediately shifted to security. Were the cookies possibly poisoned?
“I was just so stunned by how excited the stewardess was acting,” he said. “You would think the flight crew is trained to evaluate the situation, but she blindly started eating the cookies and handing them out.
“She then goes into the cockpit to serve cookies to the pilots,” said G—, who said he watched intently from his seat in Row 5. “I go, ‘Oh, no, this is getting worse by the second.’ I am thinking something is wrong. I was pretty afraid.”
There is a higher ed angle to this story, of course: it’s not the passenger who complained to the TSA. No, it was his helicopter mother, who of course wasn’t even on the flight in question:
G— later discussed the incident with his parents. His mother, S—-, urged him to report it to authorities, but he said he was too busy at school to get to it immediately. So S—- G— contacted the Transportation Security Administration and got nowhere, she said. She then emailed the Tribune.
A Frontier spokesman told your Getting Around reporter that the airline tracked down the flight attendants and pilots and interviewed them. The tin of cookies was a gift to the flight crew from two passengers who were friends of a Frontier employee, said Frontier spokesman Peter Kowalchuk. One of the two passengers was a girl, possibly around 12 years old, he said.
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“My thinking was this is something that could be serious and easily slip through if no one reports it,” S—- G— said. “What if this was a trial run to test whether a cookie terror attack could bring down a plane? It’s the stupidest thing, but who knows? You have to be concerned, especially when you have a plane up in the air.”
Now, that’s a flight I’m on every once in a while, and I’m all for passenger awareness. But, come on. I don’t blame the passenger T—– G— for this, though: what he observed was just an amusing (if paranoid) airline travel story until it got reported to the TSA. (p.s to Helicopter parents: if you are so concerned about airline safety, insist that you fly with them at all times, or buy your children Amtrack or Greyhound tickets next time.)
I’m with Flavia on the exhaustion of exasperation. We can move millions of people in flying steel tubes around this country every day, but not until they engage in the ritual practice of removing their shoes and walking through the Magical Portal. It’s the secular confession or communion of modernity, I suppose, with a gesture towards the Muslim practice of foot washing. (I *wish* we were offered footbaths after taking off our shoes. I really don’t relish exposure to everyone else’s bacteria and foot fungus! Eeeww.)
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