Power
You’re operating a 12,000-pound machine at 30,000 feet. You are allowing a bunch of useless people to feel safe enough in that situation to complain about the movie that’s playing or their lack of foot room. While they’re flying. At insane speeds. In a chair. In the sky. You have a lot of power. You have a bunch of lives in your hands (don’t go power tripping on that fact, though, you’ll become scary and weird) and you’re allowing for a human miracle to take place. That’s nothing to sneeze at (and please don’t sneeze because the plane controls need your undivided attention).