I’m not a huge fan of flying, but let’s face it, it’s a real timesaver when one is on limited vacation time. I’ve dealt with many horrors of flying, such as:
- Delayed flights… and when I say delayed, I mean by upwards of 6 hours.
- Cancelled flights… followed by a delayed flight, which was then cancelled, after which I had to take a cab to a different airport to catch another flight, which did leave on time. However my connecting flight was delayed in itself. (I got a free ticket out of that trip from hell.)
- No luggage. I showed up but my bags didn’t. I never check my bags. I survived in Ireland for an entire week off of a carry-on.
- Fat people oozing into my seat. Don’t get me started.
- Rotting on a runway for two hours waiting for a gate.
- Rotting on a runway for an hour without power in the plane in winter.
- Being stuck next a woman who decided to breast feed (I know it’s natural, but not on a FUCKING PLANE!!!!) her child for the ENTIRE 4-hour flight… and the baby kept kicking me. You don’t want to know what I wanted to kick at the end of that experience.
- Having a seat right in front of the small box with the hole in it… also known as the lavatory. I think I know why airlines don’t serve Mexican.
- Being surrounded by screaming babies. Seriously, is having a sound-proof area at the back of the plane too much to ask?
- Trying to sleep when the seat-mate decides to tell me her entire life story. Guess what? I don’t give a shit.
- Trying to sleep when the male seat-mate wants me to hit on me. Totally barking up the wrong tree, buddy.
If I didn’t think that was bad enough, now I have something new to worry about, like this nutjob who decided to strip on his flight, which diverted the flight to a different airport.
Filed under: Droppings | Tagged: airplane, dislike of flying, delayed flights, cancelled flights, no luggage
I’m with you. The only thing worse than being crammed in a flying metal tube with a bunch of strangers is being stuck in a car on a cross-country trip with the family.
My airplane nightmare was a flight from DFW to San Francisco when young Charles screamed the entire flight. Everyone on the plane knew his name because his mother spent the entire flight using it–”It’s okay, Charles, calm down Charles, stop it Charles…” He passed out asleep right before landing and every passenger made a point to speak to him on their way off the plane. “Goodbye, Charles!”
My worst flight ever was between salt lake and california. My seat was next to the wing and there was an announcement that they had to do “a little maintenance” before we took off. Just then, I heard a noise, and looked out my window. A guy climbed a ladder to the wing and began to beat on it with a wrench. Then we took off and I experienced a horrible electrical storm and the worst turbulence. I hate Bombardiers. That plane is too damn small.
Amen, sister! I always get stuck behind some asshole executive who has had too much Taco Bell.
Actually the breastfeeding probably helped the baby’s ears equalize their pressure, ensuring you a much more peaceful flight than if the kid had been in pain the entire time. The mom should have switched sides though!
I don’t fly much, but at least my luggage always gets lost on the way home!
I don’t like it……period……..