Flight attendant reveals the most common reason why passengers argue on every flight
Lucy Wilson, from Arundel, West Sussex, currently works as cabin crew for Virgin Atlantic, and regularly shares lighthearted content about her role on TikTok.
In a recent video posted to her page, @lucywilsonnx, she revealed a 'controversial' seating preference is often the root cause of heated disagreements at 35,000 feet.
According to the flight attendant, passengers are most likely to row over seat reclining.
She asked her followers: 'I want to get your opinion on something very controversial. Are you a seat recliner or are you not?'
Lucy continued: 'Now, every flight I do, without fail there will be someone arguing about someone in front of them reclining their seats.'
She explained she was curious to understand a passenger's point of view, as cabin crew are normally indifferent to the matter.
The flight attendant said: 'From a crew perspective, it's very different. We just say to passengers, "Pop your seats up for meal service," but other than that, you're free to do whatever you want.'
She noted that if all passengers were to recline their seats, especially during long-haul or night flights, it would result in 'everyone getting the same amount of space.'
In the comments, viewers agreed with Lucy's outlook on reclining seats, as shared, 'Get that seat back,' while another wrote, 'Get those seats reclined!!!'
It comes as a flight attendant has shared two forms of common passenger behaviour that 'send her over the edge' when she's having a particularly 'bad day.'
Dallas-based air hostess Cher Killough, who has worked in the industry for six years, recently took to TikTok to highlight disruptive in-flight habits that often leave her 'clenching' her jaw.
Sharing a video to her page, @cherdallas, the cabin crew noted she becomes frustrated when a passenger ignores crucial safety instructions because a previous flight attendant either turned a blind eye or allowed them to do so.
She added: 'Well, the last flight attendant wasn't doing her job. I have to subtly argue and just explain the reason - which normally I'm fine with doing - but if I'm already having a long day, this will have me in the galley begging God for some strength.'
Cher then revealed her second in-flight gripe: passengers who continue to 'pop open' the bins after she informed them 'several times' they are full and cannot be used.
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