Suppose you’re flying back from Europe and 4 people next to you suddenly take ill. Suppose you realize that they also selected the chicken (instead of pasta). What do you do? You divert to the closest airport. Why? Well you certainly don’t want half your passengers (specifically — those who chose chicken) to come down with food poisoning at 35,000 feet. That’s what happened on a recent Delta flight bound from Detroit to Amsterdam. So what’s our take-away from this? We’re kind of a captive audience to their catering, right? It has given me pause lately on several international and domestic flights. Your take? Obviously, this is very rare. But still… Yikes. : )