Philosophical ponderings on planes

Pencil drawing of a flower-headed traveler with a backpack walking down an airplane aisle, with other flowers peeking above the seats.

Economy class brings out the opportunist in me. Every flight, I spot ways to get a bit more comfortable, and every flight, two philosophical questions give me pause. The questions are roughly: am I taking advantage of the airline, and am I doing my fellow passengers wrong? Let me walk you through my ponderings (it’s not about armrests).

I don’t like queuing, so I usually end up the last person boarding the plane. Walking down the cramped economy aisle of the plane, looking at an empty emergency seat, one opportunity flashes into my eye: Can’t I just sit on the emergency exit seat with extra legroom, since I am the last and no one apparently reserved it? Usually I don’t do it, then spend the rest of the flight pondering the ethics of this action.

Takes from different philosophical traditions on this:

Overall, engaging in empty emergency exit seat exploitation is ethically defensible, I’d say. The seat stays empty otherwise, and they were never getting my money. This relies heavily on being the last person to board, though. I still wouldn’t call taking the seat virtuous, and I’d only do it on longer flights. I’d be ready to be low status and admit I haven’t reserved the seat when I am asked, but wouldn’t ask for permission.


The second philosophical conundrum starts once seated: Can I recline my seat without asking the person behind me? This one seems easier. My gained comfort comes directly out of someone else’s already very limited space.

Takes from the same philosophical traditions:

I and Thou dominates here. It’s magical how even a brief connection with another human changes how the world feels. You feel better for asking, they feel better for being asked, and usually say yes. Win-win.

So, just ask.