Subtly

Subtly all planes are different.

Except they’re not for me.

The only differences I can discern, apart from the livery, is the size of things.

Being quite technical by nature I smell a rat.

This subject-dependent technology agnosticism hints at a subconscious purpose.

I really don’t want to know. I really don’t want to concentrate on what I find to be an awful experience.

I fly because I have to and no other reason.

Poor Qantas; they are still trying to convince me that flying in their custody is a positive life-changing and restorative experience.

It will never work. Save your shareholder’s dollars.

By way of example check out the latest marketing effort below. It’s not an advertisement now is it?

There’s at least two ways to interpret this image.

First, it could be a former North Shore youth with short back and sides that has been away back-packing for ten years and who has come back, absent a hair cut and a shave, to greet loved ones. If that return flight had not been with Qantas then it’s likely no one would have been at the airport to greet him.

My preferred explanation is that it’s a Hills District religious dude that has been to a three-day hand clapping conference in Winnipeg, Manitoba. He’s simply ecstatic to be off the plane.