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My wife and I were flying to Acapulco, Mexico for our honeymoon. We were pretty excited, but I was also a little nervous. I had flown before and have even flown international, but for some reason this flight to Mexico had all the signs of being a total fiasco.

First of all, we were flying with a company called ATA. The trip was booked through Apple vacations. This particular company ATA was known for being lax on the flight rules; they did a lot of tours and flew a lot of college spring breakers down to Mexico.

We flew out of Detroit and it was a direct flight to Mexico, so whoever was on our flight was not getting off for a while. We noticed that there were quite a few people waiting by our gate who, before the flight even took off, were quite drunk. We held out some hope that some of them would be taking other flights, or at least would not be sitting close to us.

There was one couple in particular that seemed out of control… they were drunk - really drunk – and we had a pretty good idea we would end up on the same plane. We did, and they ended up sitting right behind us.

Other than an occasional bump of the seat, and some loud talking, I do not recall them being much of a problem. I think they were so drunk that they dozed most of the flight.

However, when we got to our destination and got ready to deplane, my wife stood up to retrieve our carry-on luggage and suddenly screamed. She looked at me with the biggest surprised look on her face I had ever seen. She looked at me like I had just done something to her… I said “what?” She asked me if I had grabbed her. We both looked back at the same time and saw the female member of the drunk couple had her hand between my wife’s legs and was grabbing and squeezing her private area. We both just stared, not sure what to say… the woman looked up at that moment and must have realized her mistake. Very calmly she said, “Oh sorry, I thought you were my husband.” Now my wife is tall, she was wearing jeans, but a man she is not. We both just said, uh… OK. The couple grabbed their carry-ons and got off the plane.

We had a small laugh and began our honeymoon with a story to tell.

- T.J.K., Michigan

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I had 2 flights from hell oddly enough only a few weeks apart in NOV-DEC 2002.

On the November flight, I was a passenger on a Southwest flight from Columbus, Ohio to Chicago-Midway airport. I had flown this route many times before and it is usually only about a 50 minute trip. On this particular Sunday this area of the Midwest was experiencing a tornado outbreak, very unusual for November. As I got to the airport in Columbus the sky turned increasingly black. About half an hour later they said the flight was delayed indefinitely due to weather. I found it strange when about 15 minutes later they announced boarding. I had a window seat and the weather was getting worse. The pilot came on to say our normally 50 minute trip would be approximately 2 hrs and 25 minutes to divert around the storms.

A strong thunderstorm was approaching the airport as we taxied out. By that time it was too late to get off the plane. I could not believe we were taking off in those weather conditions. I did not see any other airline aircraft movements at Columbus except for ours. The flight was totally silent; no one said a word since everyone was too scared. Lighting was all around the plane. I was near the back and I heard one of the flight attendants say to her co-worker in the opposite jumpseat, “Why are we flying in this weather?” After a very scary flight we landed in Chicago in 55 minutes. It was clear the captain decided to go through the storms and not around them.

The second flight took place about 2 weeks after that, but this time I was a working crew member. I was a flight attendant working the back on a Boeing 737-800 out of Chicago-Midway to St. Pete, FL on ATA. The first leg of our flight from Denver-Midway had been a piece of cake; very light load and smooth flight. My flying partner, who was working the back of the plane with me, joked we would probably have to have payback for it being so easy and would probably crash later.

On the 2nd leg from Chicago-St. Pete, the flight was smooth until our descent for landing. This was at night so it was dark and the cockpit had called back and told us to get everything put away, lock up and strap ourselves in because it was going to be very bumpy once we started down into the clouds. That was an understatement. It felt as though we were being slammed continuosly into a concrete wall. My flying partner and I were sitting strapped in the jumpseat. She turned to me and said “I am so sorry I made that joke about us crashing.” We really thought this was it. The area was being hit with torrential rain and strong winds.

When we landed and the passengers had deplaned, I walked forward and saw the captain coming out of the cockpit with a strange look on his face. I said “That was some landing!” He replied, “You should have seen it out of the cockpit window. We had a hard time keeping track of where the runway was!” Luckily the Captain was a very expercienced pilot.

We had to take off and fly through the storm again a half hour later on the last leg to Indianapolis. It was really rocking and rolling again as we took off, but we climbed very quickly, and once above the clouds everything was smooth for the rest of the flight. When I finally got to Indianapolis for the night I had a very stiff drink at the hotel.

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