I respect your point of view; you make some good points.

A recent flight to/from Vancouver/Hawaii rather underscores what you say. On a fully loaded 767, which is a flying sardine can if you ask me, the options for helping yourself are pretty limited. The primary threat was dehydration -- despite all efforts, I was 50% beef jerky when we landed.

On the other hand, I hop enough short-haul regional carriers, turboprops and 737s, where I can at least see the exits. If I'm conscious and can move, that's where I'm headed, green belt pack wrapped around my arm.

You wouldn't deny me my little green security blanket, would you?