The life of a seatbelt

With the flight behind me I can't help but reflect on what an unusual flight it was.

First of all, it was a fine flight, nothing wrong with it, they even announced every goal Spain made in the World Cup in South Africa. However, there was a young Spanish and Swiss couple sitting next to me. I thought, that's nice, travelling together, she was obsessed with the football match that we were missing yet he was trying hard to ask stewards and stewardesses if they knew the score. But at one point, as they were waiting, she unbuckled her seatbelt and told her boyfriend:

"Seatbelts are so useless! If the plane crashes you'll be so panicked and won't be
able to unbuckle! I'm not going to use these anymore and when the
plane crashes everyone will be strapped on to the burning plane,
and I can just walk out unharmed."

Wait, what? Is the idea of a Seatbelt something foreign to her? I really hope that she never gets in the situation of having to choose to use a seatbelt or not as I think she might do the wrong thing... I guess it is better to be pelted across the cabin uncontrollably, as long as you are free of unbuckling when panicking.
Apart from the cool staff and other interesting comments from the girl next to me, when I got to the baggage claim my bag's wheels were about a foot next to where they used to be.


But it's OK, the duck tape I put on earlier was still wrapped on the part that would have snapped off otherwise, so I just unpeeled it a little and adjusted. Now, after going up and down four flights of stairs with my things, I'm happily lying in my huge bed with my big blue blanket.
I love vacations.
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