2010

Prison Food

December 29, 2010

in Food & Drink Stories

For a short while in 2002-2004 (can’t remember exactly when) Lufthansa started cutting costs on food. As a regular traveller at the time I was used to the free sandwich and free drinks offered on the Manchester-Frankfurt route. OK, it wasn’t the greatest food in the world, but to a hungry traveller it was pleasant, plus the free alcohol helped soothe my flying nerves.

Anyway, one sunny morning I get on the plane at Manchester having had a few gins to ease my tension. Plane takes off, no problems. Mmm, bit thirsty now, need an orange juice. The trolley was miles away as usual, but eventually it rolls up to me. By now my tongue is hanging out and I’m parched. The stewardess gives me a little paper napkin, places down a small pot (like a yoghurt pot) and a very small bread roll – and that was it. The pot contained water, just water, nothing else. I looked at my seat mates as it dawned on us – BREAD AND WATER! Yes we were on prison rations. The pot of water didn’t make a dent in the raging thirst I had, and by the time we arrived at Frankfurt my mouth was dryer than the bottom of a parrot’s cage.

Luckily this punishment only lasted about a month.

- Mike

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I was on DL 5982, which was slowly delayed in increments, as the airline apparently attempted to wait for weather to worsen to cover for a mechanical failure. Eventually the flight was cancelled, and it took hours to get rebooked and put up in a hotel overnight. The next day, on DL 3957, the plane suffered… another mechanical failure… resulting in a four hour delay (and counting…).

It seems apparent that Delta is weak on proactive maintenance, and tries to use weather to cover for it. I’m caught in the hell of cascading mechanical problems in their planes…

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Sumo Baby Tantrum

December 21, 2010

in Baby & Kid Stories

I was traveling on business and unable to obtain an upgrade with miles for the return flight from Tokyo to Detroit. So I was seated in ‘preferred economy’ at bulkhead (aka premium cattle-class). I’ve been there before and began to fear the worst as I scoped out the passengers waiting at the gate.  Muttering to myself, “I bet I will be stuck with other fat guys, like those two over there. Or no, wait, I will be stuck with that psycho lady and that paralyzed drooling guy. No wait, I will be stuck with that Japanese lady and her screaming and very huge baby… nah!”  As I was beginning to feel the anxiety of a hell-trip in the making, I immediately began to pump myself up for the adventure by setting a positive mental vibe; “No problemo, I am a globetrotter. It’s only 14 hours. No biggie. Deep breaths. Think Zen. Positive thinking. Focus. Relax. OK. I’m better. Let’s do it!”  After all, I had my brand new pair of Bose noise-canceling headphones, so I could drown out the noise at least.

No sooner did I get into my aisle seat did a small Japanese lady and a HUGE sumo-looking child enter my zone. “Sit here prease” she says kindly in an accent, bowing, with HUGE baby in arms. I get up and she plops the child into my seat, smashing my brand new Bose headphones.  As I stood in shock staring at the pulverized $300 headset, a snotty, old, and ugly Northwest FA comes up behind me and barks “Sir, you need to sit down!”

After lift-off, the FA installed one of those airplane wall-mount bassinets for the baby, taking the time to grunt, push me and jam the bassinet into place, smashing my knees and consuming the one inch of precious leg space that I had (I am 6’3”). The Japanese mother takes the behemoth child and lays him down. Within three seconds the child lets out a blood curdling roar. The screaming, choking, kicking, arching and slobbering tantrum continued for what felt like eternity. It was like watching the exorcist in real-time.  I asked the mother if the child was teething. But she didn’t understand English and just ignored the baby, and me.  The FAs were useless and offered no assistance. Typical.

Desperate, I attempted to fix the broken headphones, looking for anything to cancel the 100 dB of noise honking from the gargantuan baby, but I was not successful.  After about three hours of non-stop screaming, I asked the mother if I could help with the baby by signaling that I would hold him on my lap or hold a bottle for him. She was happy to hand him off to me.  As I leaned forward to lift the child, while still jammed in the seat at bulkhead, I heard my back pop and my left leg went numb.

The baby boy was huge. A total sumo, about 10-12 months old and at least 50 pounds. I held him up as he balanced his pudgy feet on my thighs. I smiled, tried comforting him and said in baby talk “you’re a big boyyyy, no need to cryyyy.” He stopped sniffling and began to smile and giggle. “Success!” I said to the mother. She just looked at me like more was to come.

I look back to the baby sumo and he spits a gob of slime in my face. I quickly turned him around and he arched his back in rage and slammed his head into my face, bashing my teeth. I then spin him around for a return to the bassinet and he scratched and pinched my arm reaching for my face, and the screaming tantrum became WORSE…

The mother, frustrated, was crying and got up and ran to the back of the airplane. She was gone for about 30 minutes.  The FA asked me if my ‘wife’ can assist with the baby. I informed her she wasn’t my wife. The FA said “Then pretend it’s your kid and try to quiet him down.”  Needless to say, I wasn’t going near that kid again.

So, I was stuck with a screaming sumo toddler from hell for the next 11 hours.  I kid you not, the child was a monster.  When we were in line at immigration, other passengers were congratulating me for being able to tolerate the event.  I was flattered. But I do remember, just before exiting to luggage, seeing the child in a stroller, quiet, and he just looked at me with a little evil smile…

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Passenger Interrupts FA’s Party

December 19, 2010 Attendant & Pilot Stories

I was flying Qantas on a flight from SYD to LAX. I was, of course, in cattle class. Midway through the flight I went up to the galley to request a coffee. There were 3-4 FA’s in there having an uproarious chat about something or other. I asked if I could get a coffee and one [...]

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Astounded by Huge Hairdo and Portly Passenger

December 15, 2010 Portly Stories

This isn’t really a flight from hell… but it could have been for two passengers! However, it was Scrimmy to the rescue! *Play Heroic Theme Music* Okay, really… I’m quite small. 4’10 and a whopping eighty-nine pounds. Petite little lady, am I. It’s not unusual for people to ask me if I know where my mommy and [...]

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No Drink for Thirsty Traveler

December 14, 2010 Attendant & Pilot Stories

I was flying from Paris to Rome on Vueling airlines. It was the middle of summer, incredibly hot, and when I got on the flight I was pretty thirsty. I didn’t have time to grab a bottle of water at the airport because my cab driver took us to the east airport (not west) which [...]

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Wondering about Weight Limits

December 13, 2010 Flying Hell Commentary

This is more of a question than a story. Flying from Australia to any country in the Asia/Pacific region, the total weight of your checked-in luggage is measured. So, for instance, you could check in 3 bags with a total weight of 23kg and you would be ok. Flying to North America, the baggage allowance [...]

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“Tortured” by a Beautiful Blond

December 12, 2010 Couples Stories

This is not quite a flight from hell, just a small bit of torture. I was flying back from the midwest on an overbooked flight. I had the center seat, and the window seat was still open. I was looking carefully at people as they walked down the aisle to see who was eying the [...]

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Flight Attendants with Attitude

December 8, 2010 Attendant & Pilot Stories

This happened on a Delta flight between Tokyo and JFK about a year ago. When the drink service came around I asked for a decaf coffee, which is on the list of available drinks. The FA gave me a look and said, in a voice indicating that she didn’t want to do it, “I’ll have [...]

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