February 25, 2012. Jackson, Mississippi. Screaming.

Some people  scream when anything goes wrong.   There must be a genetic advantage to screaming because it seems to occur in about thirty percent of all people.   Yesterday on the flight from Puerto Vallarta to Houston, the plane hit an air pocket and suddenly dropped.   Cups flew, peoples head hit the ceiling, water was everywhere and of course, people screamed.  The turbulence continued for what seemed a long time, until the plane went up to a higher elevation and life was again smooth.    But by then, everyone was soaked, including me.

In some instances, screaming makes sense.  When Gill was attacked in New York, she screamed, and sure enough, people came out of their apartments and came to her aid.  But what advantage is there to screaming on the airplane?   No one can help except the pilots and they can not hear the screaming.    I must say though, yesterday, only women screamed.   And I recall that when going through the rapids in the Grand Canyon, the only screamers were women or to be more precise, woman.  Interesting.