I had an interesting "e-reader on flights" episode last night.
I was flying a local airline on a brand-spanking-new Embraer 190. As I was putting my trusty PRS-900 on stand-by (with wireless off) for the take off, I remember Harry's "rules are rules!" posts. So I said to myself, he's not wrong, so I shut it down completely already knowing I'd be hating the 30 second wait for the reader to boot up next time.
As we are taking off, next thing I hear is a Nokia tune from the seat across the isle. I look over all worked up thinking I'll give this guy a piece of free advice. Lo-and-behold it was the very airline's pilot catching a flight back home still wearing his uniform. He turned out to be a very nice English bloke and we even ended up trading some old times UN stories (he used to fly helicopters for the UK Navy).
But still, what the shark fart? Can a man get a break? What gives and all that ...