Judging by the New Yorker article, it started with an uptight flight attendant. It escalated because the flight crew felt they needed to save face, rather than just laughing off a relatively embarrassing situation. Just in case, make sure not to show your significant other any affection during travel on AA.
Someday soon, I'll regail you, my two readers, with the horror story (in a matter of speaking) that was the trip back from our honeymoon in Paris (and other locales thereabouts). If I ever fly AA again, it'll be too soon. This seems typical of my experience with the airline (the "we won't give you an inch, and if you challenge us in any way whatsoever we'll make things difficult for you and invoke the 'it's company policy; my hands are tied' line" attitude, not the "don't kiss your boyfriend" one. Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
Shortly after takeoff, Varnier nodded off, leaning his head on Tsikhiseli. A stewardess came over to their row. "The purser wants you to stop that," she said.Link (via Boing Boing)
"I opened my eyes and was, like, 'Stop what?' " Varnier recalled the other day.
"The touching and the kissing," the stewardess said, before walking away.
Tsikhiseli and Varnier were taken aback. "He would rest his head on my shoulder or the other way around. We'd kiss--not kiss kiss, just mwah," Tsikhiseli recalled, making a smacking sound.