When you stick people in a tube that flies through the sky, things can get weird.
I’m sitting in that tube right now. Two rows of seats, divided by a row for the flight attendant to walk up and down, offering us something to drink.
As we taxi toward take off, the captain makes a proclamation over the loud speaker system that none of us want to hear. He’s just been told that “…the airport in New York has ordered a ground stop.” I have no idea what that means. But the net result is that we’re stuck in that tube, sitting on the tarmac for at least an hour.
And as my family sits here, and as I listen to the conversations begin around us, I discover that there are three reactions to this news.

There’s a guy in the front of the plane who immediately stands up and starts engaging in conversations with people around him. He’s the guy who is telling stories and laughing. He wishes this wasn’t happening, but sees this stoppage as an opportunity to start. I wish I was more like him.
There’s me. I heard the news of our delay, and was really disappointed. My entire family has a hotel suite waiting in Times Square, and I really wish we were there. But we’re sitting here, waiting for New York to let us know what’s going on. I don’t say anything out loud about my disappointment because I don’t want to add to the verbose opinions of the woman sitting in the back of the plane.
There’s the woman sitting in the back of the plane. She’s complaining about everything. She speaks with a condescending tone toward the United Airlines staff (two twenty-something women). In her mind, she has every divine right to speak like this, probably because she purchased a ticket. She’s expressing how much she is, above all, entitled.
Entitlement.
What’s the opposite of grateful? It could be anger, or selfishness, or distrust. But I think the opposite of gratefulness is entitlement. I think I’m more sure of it now than ever.
Entitlement is seen in the rolling eyes of that teenage daughter when her parents tell her not to text at the dinner table.
Entitlement is heard in the voice of that husband who expects dinner from his wife every night, and who spews verbal abuse on her when it’s not hot, and on the table.
Entitlement is seen at every shopping mall, at every register, every year on Black Friday.
Entitlement is seen at churches across North America. Drums. Hymns. Topical. Verse by verse. You fill in the illustrative blanks.
And it crescendos from the back of our plane, as a woman who paid for a ticket now feels that she has the privilege to blast one of the staff girls to pieces.
This Thanksgiving, what if we all did something different? Instead of searching for things to be thankful for, what if we simply thanked God for His goodness?
I wonder how much more grateful we’d become? I wonder how different this Thanksgiving would be? I wonder how much gratefulness might well up in our hearts for our country, our God, and our relationships?
The plane is taking off now. We ended up sitting fifty-two minutes.
Fifty-two minutes.
And while I write this post, the woman in the back of the plane is writing a letter to United Airline’s Customer Service.
This year, may we recognize the entitled Princess in all of us. And may we take her out back, and put a bullet in her head.
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Written by Gary A. Molander (co-owner Floodgate Productions)