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Post by edie2u on Mar 27, 2006 19:04:03 GMT -6
Naw....I'd rather kvetch about seats -- grin! tit for tat argument ("this seat and its permutations are mine") for this subject. Screw the seat discussion then lets start talking about tits for tats" (I love this board where we can drift around, perform multiple hijackings and nobody cares.) Bill I have "tats" on my tits...
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Post by Tex on Mar 27, 2006 19:06:10 GMT -6
My very worst beef with another passenger was once on a flight from Miami to Atlanta. The flight was uneventful until the flight was on final for Atlanta. A brown liquid started dripping, then pouring out on my shirt from around the A/C vents and lights. I rang the flight attendent and she told me I couldn't get up. The shit kept pouring. I didn't know what it was. Hydraulic fluid, who knows. Was it toxic? When we got on the ground, the flight attendent and the co-pilot came back and opened the overhead. There was a bottle of Tia Maria looking shit with the cap loose. It had apparently leaked into the overhead and when they were circling around Atlanta and banking, it had come out the front, run along the bottom of the overhead door and onto my ass. The co-pilot and flight attendent were extremely apologetic and told me to fill out some paperwork to get my shirt cleaned (that sounds like a lot of work for two bucks). About this time, a trashy bitch jumped up and was truly pissed that her sticky drink had been wasted. The people whose stuff had been in the overhead bin weren't happy either. Fortunately, after the initial few drips, I was able to catch most of it in a plastic cup. I bought a t-shirt in the airport, wrapped up my other shirt in the bag it came in, cleaned up the sticky stuff on my chest with paper towels in the mens room, and was on my way to Dallas.
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Post by Exildo Wonsetler Briggs III on Mar 27, 2006 19:38:22 GMT -6
Waiting in the isle while some moron tries to put his/her oversized carry on that won't fit into the overhead just burns my ass. This has always fascinated me!! The oblivious traveller with the carry-on the size of the North West Territories who seems completely, well, *oblivious* to the fact the carry on they are trying to carry on is bigger than Godzilla. Many a time, I have wanted to walk up to them, grab the big-ass 'ol bag and scream, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING? " I'm imagining turning around to the rest of the plane, "Folks, is THIS a carryon???" (As I grab my BIG DICK, yellin' "THIS IS A CARRYON!!!")
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Post by waterdweller on Mar 28, 2006 15:37:39 GMT -6
True confession time, folks.
One of the major gripes I have is with people seated in coach, who, as they walk through the first class cabin, decide they're just gonna put their "carryon" bag in the overhead directly over my first class seat, leaving ME with nowhere to put anything...
Last time this happened, I politely reminded the person who had just dumped her bag that this should have been my space. She, somewhat less politely (i.e. loudly and rudely), told me that she had no choice, since the racks around her coach seat were all full.
On the principle that it's better to get even than to get angry, I waited a few moments, made sure she wasn't looking, and switched her black roll-aboard with mine. I waited a few more moments, and when there was a lull in the line of passengers boarding, I took her black bag to the flight attendant, and asked if I could please gate check it.
She was very kind, gave me a gate check tag, took the bag away.
When we landed at SFO, I was off the plane so fast that I was probably in the shuttle to the parking lot before the coach cabin was fully cleared.
I did leave the bag check on my seat as I left.
There. I feel better now.
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Post by Chicago Jake on Mar 28, 2006 16:05:19 GMT -6
Good lesson there. Don't fuck with someone in first class. They'll be long gone before you realize they've taken their revenge on you........Jake
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Post by Christinko on Mar 28, 2006 21:48:57 GMT -6
Waterdweller, they say confession is good for the soul....but you are truly evil (grin!), even if that's part of your charm. I know I would never want to piss you off!
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Post by innit Geezer on Mar 28, 2006 22:15:27 GMT -6
I have a similar story but it's disgusting. I'll contemplate on posting it. I don't want you guys to think lesser of me.
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Post by Chicago Jake on Mar 29, 2006 0:06:49 GMT -6
Don't worry, Gary. That could never happen......Jake
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Post by innit Geezer on Mar 29, 2006 4:14:40 GMT -6
I walked into that one.
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 29, 2006 4:49:31 GMT -6
Waterdweller, your story reaffirms my belief that revenge is a dish best served cold.
Simon
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Post by Hazelita on Mar 29, 2006 6:38:53 GMT -6
On the principle that it's better to get even than to get angry, I waited a few moments, made sure she wasn't looking, and switched her black roll-aboard with mine. I waited a few more moments, and when there was a lull in the line of passengers boarding, I took her black bag to the flight attendant, and asked if I could please gate check it. She was very kind, gave me a gate check tag, took the bag away. Good story, Waterdweller. And a perfect example of why I would prefer to check my carry-on at the gate rather than have it be placed in an over-head compartment where I can not easily see who has access to it. Anybody can walk off the plane with someone else's carry-on that way, whether intentionally or not.
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Post by Christinko on Mar 29, 2006 9:01:06 GMT -6
My carryon either goes directly above me (or, in most cases, under the seat in front of me). I too don't want it out of my sight. I hate check-in (except for Hedo since I like my toys) and just pack light for the most part. I try to never bring more carryon than I can shove under the seat.
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Post by viperess on Mar 29, 2006 11:00:19 GMT -6
Same here... mine always goes under the seat. I know that cabin pressure messes with hearing, but it never fails that the LOUD person sits around us Not just loud, but very chatty during the whole flight! And usually about some physical deformity or defect..
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Post by wildbill on Mar 29, 2006 11:18:27 GMT -6
Same here... mine always goes under the seat. I know that cabin pressure messes with hearing, but it never fails that the LOUD person sits around us Not just loud, but very chatty during the whole flight! And usually about some physical deformity or defect.. I am not loud and my physical deformities and defects can't be seen with my clothes on but next trip I will book your seat at the back of the plane if you wish Bill Edited to add: FUCK THE FRENCH....bunch of whiney ass pussies
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Post by Scratch on Mar 29, 2006 20:08:23 GMT -6
I hate the people that think they are so important that they need to be on the goddamn cell phone right up until the tenth time they are told to shut it off. And then, turn it on and call someone as soon as the wheels hit the ground.
Last flight I was on, this girl next to me kept texting even as we were taxiing to the runway. I was just about to say something when she finally turned it off. Damn irritating to have to listen to someones one-sided conversation or the clicking of the buttons as they text.
I would make people check those f-ing things too!
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Post by Hazelita on Mar 30, 2006 6:29:06 GMT -6
Nothing is worse than a person sitting near you on a plane (or anywhere else, for that matter) using a Nextel walkie-talkie phone until the last possible second. I hate having to hear their conversations and the annoying loud beep that signals them to start talking. Tex, re: your comment on being dripped on by some Tía María ... I had a similar experience. On a flight from San Francisco to Palm Springs a woman boarded the plane with a large paper shopping bag, the kind you get from a department store. It looked very worn and flimsy. This was her carry-on. I was seated in the second row of the coach cabin in an aisle seat and she was looking for an overhead compartment to put her "carry-on" bag in. The dumb ass had a styrofoam bowl of fruit salad covered with plastic wrap on top of all the items in her bag. Of course, as my luck would have it, the only available place for her to place her paper carry-on bag was in the overhead bin across the aisle from where I was seated. ANYBODY with a BRAIN IN THEIR HEAD knows that plastic wrap does not adhere to styrofoam!!! That woman's fucking fruit salad rained down all over me as she tipped her bag sideways to force it in the overhead bin. I was fucking FURIOUS!!! A flight attendant brought me a couple of warm wash cloths from First Class to clean myself up. The dumb ass bitch merrily trotted off to her seat in the rear of the plane without so much as an "Oh, I'm so sorry". I wish I had thought to rip her shopping bag to shreds before I deplaned. Inspired by Waterdweller's tale of revenge I'd have done it if given the chance for a "do-over". She would have known it was me but I would have been long-gone by the time she got off the plane.
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Post by Tex on Mar 30, 2006 7:01:02 GMT -6
Hazel, it does tend to raise the blood pressure. Don't you wonder why someone would be packing fruit salad in the overhead bin anyway. I know the airlines skimp on meals now and I could understand bringing a sandwich or fruit in a bag under the seat. Even in a tupperware bowl with the lid on tight, I would be afraid that the ch-ch-changing pressure would somehow cause it to leak.
Gary, we have been held in suspense long enough and it's time to hear your story which will make us all think less of you.
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Post by Lady Irie on Mar 30, 2006 7:52:04 GMT -6
Here's my overhead compartment story. . . . So here we were, minding our own business....(kind of One year, on the return flight from Home, we had left in the usual tradition of drinking all day, with full mugs of our last favorite drink, then stopping in Marguaritaville for Mango Margaritas. We had purchased the obligatory duty free booze, and had two boxes that we put in the overhead compartments. Those were our only "carry-ons". Hubby was ecstatic because for the first time we had the emergency row exit seats. Plenty of space to stretch out. Within minutes we strapped ourselves in, pulled out our earplugs, and face masks, covered up with a light blanket knowing that the next time we would open our eyes we would be at JFK. The stewardess was now firmly shaking us to waken, and stunned, and confused, we were booted from our comfy seats, and banned to the back of the plane, while it was explained they "did not feel comfortable" with us in the exit row. Apparently we fell asleep before the plane even left the ground, and they were unable to talk to us about our "responsibilities" as exit row seaters. ;( We felt like little kids as everyone looked at us as we were relocated. After we landed, we go to get our booze, which was in the overhead compartment just above us, and it was gone. AJ said they weren't responsible. To make a long story short, hubby is trying to find security, while I, pissed as all hell that someone has our rum cream, and Absolute, begins eyeballing every single "box" the other passengers have while waiting for their luggage. I came upon a couple of people that appeared to have two "extra" boxes as they already had a couple by their feet. Sonofabitch! I bent over, opened the box, saw it's contents, and thanked them for being kind enough to carry it off the plane for me, as I took back what was mine. Yes, we learned our lesson. . . no more exit row seats for us! LOL
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Post by PattyD on Mar 30, 2006 8:15:47 GMT -6
I try to carry a sharpie marker with me at all times and before we get on the plane I mark our names all over that duty free box.... I need my rum cream & duty free vodka!
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Post by edie2u on Mar 30, 2006 8:35:42 GMT -6
ngo Margaritas. To make a long story short, hubby is trying to find security, while I, pissed as all hell that someone has our rum cream, and Absolute, begins eyeballing every single "box" the other passengers have while waiting for their luggage. I came upon a couple of people that appeared to have two "extra" boxes as they already had a couple by their feet. Sonofabitch! I bent over, opened the box, saw it's contents, and thanked them for being kind enough to carry it off the plane for me, as I took back what was mine. ROFLMAO!! You guys make me never want to fly again!! I can just see you Renee sleuthing until you find your boxes! You were nicer than I would have been. I would have called security and made a stink. (Asked them to produce a receipt) I'm sure nothing would have been done, but it would have made me feel better. Just curious what did the people say when you took back your booze?
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Post by edie2u on Mar 30, 2006 8:36:42 GMT -6
I try to carry a sharpie marker with me at all times and before we get on the plane I mark our names all over that duty free box.... I need my rum cream & duty free vodka! Excellent idea!!! ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Mar 30, 2006 8:48:54 GMT -6
Here's my overhead compartment story. . . . So here we were, minding our own business....(kind of One year, on the return flight from Home, we had left in the usual tradition of drinking all day, with full mugs of our last favorite drink, then stopping in Marguaritaville for Mango Margaritas. We had purchased the obligatory duty free booze, and had two boxes that we put in the overhead compartments. Those were our only "carry-ons". Hubby was ecstatic because for the first time we had the emergency row exit seats. Plenty of space to stretch out. Within minutes we strapped ourselves in, pulled out our earplugs, and face masks, covered up with a light blanket knowing that the next time we would open our eyes we would be at JFK. The stewardess was now firmly shaking us to waken, and stunned, and confused, we were booted from our comfy seats, and banned to the back of the plane, while it was explained they "did not feel comfortable" with us in the exit row. Apparently we fell asleep before the plane even left the ground, and they were unable to talk to us about our "responsibilities" as exit row seaters. ;( We felt like little kids as everyone looked at us as we were relocated. After we landed, we go to get our booze, which was in the overhead compartment just above us, and it was gone. AJ said they weren't responsible. To make a long story short, hubby is trying to find security, while I, pissed as all hell that someone has our rum cream, and Absolute, begins eyeballing every single "box" the other passengers have while waiting for their luggage. I came upon a couple of people that appeared to have two "extra" boxes as they already had a couple by their feet. Sonofabitch! I bent over, opened the box, saw it's contents, and thanked them for being kind enough to carry it off the plane for me, as I took back what was mine. Yes, we learned our lesson. . . no more exit row seats for us! LOL Would have been great if you had packed the carry on booze box full of outlandish sex toys, then yelled at them about stealing your sex toys.
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Post by Irish Stu on Mar 30, 2006 9:05:00 GMT -6
Just curious what did the people say when you took back your booze? I was wondering that too. Simon
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