Don’t be so modest good Dr….
Long before budget airlines and emotional support wallabies, there existed a secret society known only to a few whispered air traffic controllers and a single, semi-sentient baggage carousel in Perth. This group, the
Council of Contrails, controlled the global airline ecosystem from the shadows—flight routes, duty-free pricing, even the inexplicable mystery of the warm, damp towel.
At the heart of this council was a man, a legend, a turbulence-whisperer known only as
DrRon.
Now, was he really a doctor? Not in any field you’ve heard of. He held a
PhD in Altitudinal Quantum Negotiation—a forbidden science involving seat recline angles, airplane coffee phase states, and the quantum mechanics of boarding group envy.
The name “
drron” is no ordinary username. It is, in fact, an acronym encrypted in ancient Frequent Flier Latin:
- D – Deus (God)
- R – Reclinare (To Recline)
- R – Regnum (Kingdom)
- O – Obliviatus (Of the Forgotten Overhead Bin)
- N – Nullius (Belonging to No Airline)
Roughly translated:
“The God of Recline from the Kingdom of Forgotten Carry-ons”.
DrRon earned his place by resolving the 1997 Armrest Treaty, a conflict that nearly brought down five major carriers. He once convinced a Boeing 777 to land early just by whispering to the seat back tray table. His frequent flyer card is made of eucalyptus bark, and when scanned, it simply says:
"He knows."
To this day, “
drron” appears on obscure travel forums, quietly correcting misinformation about fare codes, lounge access, and why gate agents always say “We’ll begin pre-boarding shortly” (a logical impossibility he invented to test humanity’s patience).
He is myth. He is mileage. He is
drron, and he
always knows which side of the plane gets the better sunrise.