I think sometimes we do things without thinking and/or like sheep πππ. One day at the airport everyone was lined up to board the plane and they hadn’t even made the boarding call. I started complaining that we would be the last to get on. I was in the middle of my complaints when a cousin who was with me said “Why would you want to be on the plane earlier?”.
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I stood thinking and found no sufficient reason. It is uncomfortable, it is enclosed, you are standing and queued for longer and anyway the seat is already reserved. Sometimes the last ones are told that their luggage no longer fits above, but it is very rare, besides I only carry a backpack under the seat. So what is the reason for wanting to get on before? None, just the inertia of doing what others do.
Since then I board at the very end.