Imagine you’re crammed into your middle seat — behind a crying baby, of course — and a wave of turbulence rocks the plane. Then another. Then that singular, ominous “ding” as the flight crew kindly urges — demands, really — that passengers return to their seat and buckle up. They’re sorry for the inconvenience, but it’s for your own safety.
Imagine, then, that the turbulence doesn’t stop. It gets worse. People begin to panic. Somehow, though, miraculously, the pilots manage to safely land the plane. Sure, it’s a rough landing, but at least you’re on the ground.
You’re relieved — until you realize it’s not over. With your adrenaline racing, your heart pounding, the flight attendants shout that you have to evacuate without delay, as the fuel tanks might be damaged and could spark a fire at any moment.
