Okay, I admit it.
I've never seen anyone do yoga moves on an airplane in person.
I have, however, seen a photo of someone doing it.
The other passengers are like, "Da crap kind of aircraft are we on?"
The lady in white on the left looks really appalled. I think it's because her leg is being touched. Or close to being touched. Look, when I'm on an airplane, I really do not want to be touched. Especially by someone bendy.
The lone man doesn't even look pleased by the firm butt. He's probably like, "I asked for a beer, not this."
Nobody looks enthralled. Maybe it's because this is Hilaria Baldwin. She's married to the dude who was in Beetlejuice. The dude who likes to shout. He and Richard Sherman could be best buddies, I think.
I would not be pleased if someone decided to do yoga on my airplane ride. For starters, I am not comfortable on a plane to begin with. I immediately think we're going to crash and wind up on an island like the one on Lost. I am not a doctor, nor can I track people, therefore I'd immediately be eaten when food begins to run scarce. If someone started bending all over the place talking about their chi or going, "Ommmm...ommmmmm" I'd be tempted to toss my peanuts at them.
The yoga chick would also make me feel badly about myself. I'd think, "I can't go down that low without something cracking," or, "How are her sunglasses staying on her head like that? Mine immediately clatter to the ground if I tilt my head too quickly."
The consensus seems to be clear.
Don't do Yoga on an airplane.