When a plane lands and finds its gate, folks file out row by row, each waiting for those ahead of them to collect their things and go. It’s an anomaly in an otherwise asynchronous society in which unabashed self-concern is a daily vitamin we feed ourselves.
Planes ultimately disembark with order. But next time your plane lands, pay attention to that split second immediately after the “ding” of freedom. You’ll see passengers, like caged animals, jump up, rip their bags from overhead and turn for the exit… before recalling common courtesy and tribe mentality.
They ultimately remain standing at their seat and wait their turn to file out. With order.