Everything is as usual. A quadritonal signal bell rings out through the PA system. I brace myself for the diatribe. The attendant, a man this time, begins softly. This is for your own good.
Passengers steal puzzled looks at one another.
Something is not right. He continues, his words now resonating with an unmistakably avuncular warmth. Hold your little tots' hands when boarding, and don't push each other too hard. Be indulgent toward them. All of you, be good to one another.