In an earlier part of my life, I flew to Hawaii a lot. I had a friend who was the Artistic Director for the Honolulu Theater for Youth in Honolulu, and because he had to travel to stage plays, I often was "saddled" with dog- and house-sitting responsibilities. Rough life, huh? Living in Hawaii was great, and I even got to surf the famous Pipeline surf break on the legendary North Shore.
On one flight from Oahu to San Francisco, several hours after the plane took off, the captain announced that there was a mechanical problem and we were returning to Honolulu. When I heard that, I was a little alarmed, and so I did four things. First, I looked at the map to figure out how far from land we were. We were basically in the middle of the ocean. Next, I grabbed the safety information card in my seat pocket and read it: where are the emergency exits, how do the doors open, and just exactly how does that seat cushion double as a floatation device? Then, I tucked my little bag of peanuts into my shirt pocket. I figured if the plane crashed, I'd eat them on the way down before we went into the drink, giving me a little energy to use while I was wading thousands of miles from land. And finally, I took a nap, on the assumption that if I was going to be paddling in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for hours, it was a good idea to be rested up.
My point is that before I pulled the safety information card out, I didn’t know the critical safety information I needed to know if the plane went down. Why? Because I didn’t listen to the safety information talk or watch the safety video before the flight took off. I blew it off, maybe reading a book or staring vacantly out the window. Odds are you’ve done it too; we all have.