If the pilot could get to a reasonable altitude, opened the exits safely and stabilised the plane, you'd have two or three hundred idiots scrambling for the doors. Human nature.
On a flight from Perth to Sydney (direct), the plane suddenly dropped from about 35,000 feet. Luggage, kids, a baby, adults and smaller items were flying around everywhere. People wailing and carrying on ... the woman next to me asked for help! Yeah right, it was out of my control, obviously.
I said, "Check the view ... "
Looking out my window seat, I could see the sun rising over the ocean and night to the west ... extraordinary view! We were as good as dead, so I made the best of it ... couldn't do anything anyway. Undoing my seatbelt would have added to the chaos.
There was no way you could of got to the exit doors or even walked.
Nah ... in a plane crash there isn't time to grab a 'chute and jump!
The plane luckily corrected, so technically "not" a plane crash but close. Newspapers, TV at the airport ... I grabbed my board and checked it for damage, caught a cab home wondering what happened.
No, I wasn't scared ... honestly, don't know why?