Conversations in flight and the virtue of immobility

Last month I went on a business trip to a far land which caused me to spend many hours in many airplanes. Typically on planes I try to keep to myself, but on such long trips inevitably there is some conversation which arises between you and your neighboring passengers.

On this trip the subject of airplane crashes, one which I tend to dislike engaging in when I am flying, was brought up by my neighbor and so at one point I felt obliged to ask him, "If this plane were going down right now, what would you do?"

"Have sex with anything that moved," was his answer, (although his language put it a bit more coarsely than that as I seem to recall him dropping the f-bomb) and then he inquired, "Why, what would you do?"

I looked at him and replied, "I would keep perfectly still."