My husband and I were on a direct flight between Amsterdam and Los Angeles – the plane was packed. For the first time (and hopefully the last) we actually saw passengers sitting in the jump seats. The cat at their feet began crying and we thought “This is going to be a long flight.” Turns out these were the least of our problems.
A mother walks down the aisle toward us with her 3 year old twin sons. As there is just the empty row behind us I know they are going to be our neighbors. No sooner than she belts them in, the twins start opening and closing the trays over and over, banging them into the backs of our seats as hard as they could. Then the kicking starts, non-stop. Then one of the boys puts one hand on the back of my husband’s seat, the other on mine and jumps up so that his head is between ours and then he coughs, a wet, spittle-laden cough right in our faces. I turn to the mother and tell her to control her kids. She went ballistic. Screaming at me that I must hate children as this is how kids behave and since I don’t like kids I should only fly 1st class in the future and on and on.
Now the result of this screaming high-decibel harangue was that it upset her little darlings who then start to cry hysterically. She took one of them in her lap and soothingly said, “She’s a bad lady who hates you.” The kid in her lap became so undone he then puked all over her. She throws the kid in his middle seat, stands up in the aisle next to me and starts screaming at me, “Now are you happy? This is what you wanted to happen all along.” Yes lady, I most definitely want the smell of vomit behind me for 11 hours.
The FAs come running over all sympathetic to her and looking at me like I am the devil. They gave her an airline T-shirt to change into. And then she told them I had screamed at her kids, which I hadn’t – she was the screamer. The FAs defended her and told me that they didn’t witness the twins behaving any way but angelic.
For the rest of our flight our food was slammed onto our trays by the FAs, they ignored our requests for water and generally made us out to be at fault. And my husband has refused to fly KLM ever since.
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children & babies,
flight attendant,
KLM,
vomit
So, this was my first time flying alone internationally to India without anyone. I was excited to have that experience without my parents, especially since they ask tooo many questions such as the gate, the flight time, etc.
My experience started at Detroit with a very rude spokesperson for Northwest. I had no idea that they would starting boarding 30 minutes earlier than the ticket had said. I asked the guy at the Northwest checking desk if they had started to board since people were lining up and there was still an hour and forty five minutes for the plane to take off. Here’s the response I received: “Can’t you see people standing here??” Well, helloo, there was no announcement first of all and no flight number on the ticket. Was I suppose to predict that this flight was going internationally or just wait in line for 30 minutes to find out that it was?
Well, the story doesn’t end there… my next stop was to Amsterdam. Like I said, my first time flying. On my next flight KLM had also started boarding. This was well before two and a half hours before the actual departure time! I thought I had prepared myself for the hour and 45 minute time before departure. I didn’t want to go through “please excuse me”or “let me pass by” or “oh sorry, I didn’t mean to slam in to you.” Boy was I wrong, because I had just thought of going to the restroom before that. By the time I came back, I see this long line of people had started to board… so I thought of waiting it out… WRONG IDEA !!! The line just kept getting longer and longer and longer… I had to wait an hour and a half before I could finally get to the security check point. I swear I thought this plane was going to go down since I had never seen so many people board a plane.
I just wished on international flights they would let the people on the back board first since you don’t have to push your way in all the way towards the back only to find out that you don’t have a space in the overhead bin to put your bag in, so you have to walk all the way to the front with your bags until the flight attendant finds a space to put it…
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airport,
KLM,
northwest airlines
My girlfriend and I were recently on vacation in the Middle East. We had finally reached the end of our rigorous travel. Our first flight was from Aswan to Cairo at 11 pm, which was no big deal. We got our bags and had to push them in carts to the international terminal; mind you there are no trams, skyways, etc to the other terminal.
Our next flight is to Amsterdam on KLM, which is a great airline. The flight leaves at 4:15 AM and got into Schipol at 8 AM. My girlfriend had the window for this part of the journey home. She says I hope someone fat does not sit by you, and low and behold a 6′6″ 300 plus pound smelly Egyptian guy sits next to me. I do not think his ass touched the seat when he sat down or during the entire flight thanks to the arm rests. In addition his flab and leg are in my area. There is one seat left open in front of us that happens to be by the window and in an exit row. I ask the flight attendant if I can have the seat, but the flight was full…five minutes later a Dutch guy takes his seat. Great….
What makes matters worse is the guy behind me, who is clearly an adult, decides to kick my calves for the next four plus hours. I kick back and look back at him with a deathly stare, and he continues to keep kicking. I should have said something, but I did not….not sure if it would have mattered with this clown. I had been up for over 24 hours and just wanted to sleep, but that was not happening thanks to captain chunk and the kicker behind me. I have had some crappy flights in the past, but by far this is the worst flight I have ever had.
Signed, Michael B.
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KLM,
odor,
portly,
seats
