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Posted below verbatim is correspondence that was forwarded to Flights From Hell.

Here is a letter I wrote to British Airways complaining about their boorish flight crews!

Dear Sir,

As a frequent BA flyer (Gold Card # ______), I have finally gotten to the point of writing a letter to say how sick to death I am about the obnoxious, boorish behavior of your flight crews when they are on the ground. They congregate in great herds, engaging in loud, obtrusive behaviour as though they own the world and everything in it. Last week was the last straw.

On Tuesday, November 17th, I was enjoying a quiet business dinner at the Mambo Point Restaurant in Kampala, when 8 BA crew came and sat at the adjacent table – 5 females and 3 males. No one objects to high spirits over dinner, but this was way over the top. The loud talking and laughing wasn’t so bad, but when the “BA Spice Girls” started singing, it was just too much. Loudly, and not even in harmony. Other diners were looking on, just as annoyed as I was. They all knew it was BA crew. I asked the restaurant owner if she could discreetly request this mob to keep the noise down. She apologised but said she could not, as they would get up and leave. She obviously had had experience of BA crews before.

When I was leaving I could not resist a parting shot. Speaking to the eldest male of the bunch, clearly the Captain, I quietly let him know that their behaviour was offensive to other diners and was not doing BA’s image any good. Who told me to open my mouth? The “Spice Girls” then rounded on me, loudly castigating me for having the temerity criticise their behaviour. I fled, before things got out of hand.

I write to you because this is not an isolated incident. Once I had to call the front desk at 2:00am on a Wednedsay to get the BA crew in the room next to me to keep the noise down. It is exactly the same elsewhere; BA crews have the reputation for loud, loutish behavior. Do they behave in England like this, or is this kind of behaviour only for export? Judging by the amount of alcohol these people consume, you’re paying them too much overseas allowance!

Fed up,

Cc: Sir Robert Ayling

Chairman & CEO

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You can’t fly from Raleigh-Durham to Nashville at an altitude of 1000 feet – there are mountains in the way! This wasn’t the first thought on my list of increasingly worrisome thoughts about five minutes into our flight out of Raleigh-Durham on a recent clear, sunny Sunday. The first “hmm” moment came when I realized the pilot had significantly cut the engines back. But, I’ve flown plenty of times and know that they change engine speeds for a variety of normal operating reasons – so, no worries. Not yet anyway.

As I continued to gaze out at the landscape below I began to realize it wasn’t getting any smaller. In fact, it might even be getting bigger. As in closer. Uh oh. We had clearly leveled off at maybe 700 feet and were no longer ascending or going very fast. This couldn’t be good. Now the worry meter was starting to heat up – why were we still so close to the ground, why weren’t we ascending anymore, were we losing altitude, how slow can this jet go before it stalls?

I turn to my husband – an A-lister who spends 50% of his life on airplanes. In the most well-modulated voice I could muster I casually say, “Hey – we are going pretty slow and we don’t seem to be going up anymore. Do you think something’s wrong?”

Mr. Frequent Flyer barely looks up from his magazine and says, “No, everything basically sounds normal. Maybe there’s traffic overhead.” Sounded reasonable – for about 3-4 minutes – and then, as I stared out the window, I began to realize we had begun to turn back towards the airport.

Me: “Hey, stop reading. I think we’re going back to the airport. Do you think we are going back? Do you think something’s wrong with the plane? Sh*t, we should have updated our wills. What’s wrong? I’m getting scared something is wrong. Are you worried? Blah blah blah.” My poor husband.

He finally stops reading, looks out the window and says, “Good call, I think we are going back.” Good call? This isn’t a contest. This is supposed to be a quick, 90 minute – uneventful – flight.

Me, again: “I’m getting really worried, why aren’t they saying anything to us?”

Cool, calm, collected, if somewhat insensitive husband says, “Everything still ‘sounds’ like it’s working fine.”

Me: “Aren’t you scared?”

Him: “Nope, nothing I can do about it anyway.” OK, the concept that says, “If you are going to crash, don’t worry about it, your fate is already sealed,” somehow isn’t slowing my heartbeat. I stare out the window and worry. I realize the nice lady sitting behind me isn’t worried at all. She had told me she was on the very first airplane flight of her life. For all she knew, this is how it always went. If we survived, she was going to be in for a surprise on her next flight when the plane roared off the runway and headed straight up to 35,000 feet without a slow, lazy aerial tour of the counties surrounding the airport.

A few minutes later I realize we are turning again – this time back towards our original heading. The engines very slowly start to come up to normal levels and we finally start to ascend, but very slowly. Another 5-10 minutes and the flight attendants get up and start the drink service.

So… emergency – or whatever it was – had seemingly been averted. A big question remains in my mind, though. Why did they never say anything to us about what was going on? Is it standard procedure to keep it to themselves – kind of a “need to know” basis – until it was an actual emergency? It was clearly not a normal take-off. It was also clear that the problem had been resolved. But the lack of communication left me uneasy for the remainder of the flight and way too aware of engine speeds, sounds, etc. I’m sure I wasn’t the only unsettled flyer that day and remain puzzled why nothing was ever explained to the passengers. Thoughts?

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I love flying and airplanes. At least I have except for one flight. I was taking an afternoon commuter flight into Chicago’s O’Hare airport from a small town in Illinois. It was the end of a business trip and I was relaxed until the pilot of this relatively small airplane turned on his mike and started talking.

Yes, there were thunderstorms but I was blissfully unaware of apparently how dangerous they can be when flying. That ended abruptly. With a nervous voice, the pilot started speaking. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are experiencing difficulty with the thunderstorms that you may have noticed.” It went downhill from there.

With the mike on, we got a stream of consciousness of all his concerns and backup plans. Some of the highlights were, “There is a small airport not too far away but its runway is minimal,” and “We can’t turn back with the fuel we have now,” and my favorite one, “I think we can make it. Probably.” After that comment, somebody must have told him to shut the mike off because that was the last we heard from him.

Naturally, for the first time in my life, I was sitting in the front row of the airplane. Since it was a full flight, there was no possibility of moving to the safer back seats. So, I decided to read a book that I had with me while the passengers around me predictably started freaking out.

Fellow passenger: “Didn’t you hear what he said!”

Me: “Yes.”

Fellow passenger: “How can your read now!”

Me: “We’ll be fine.”

Fellow passenger: “But … ”

Me: “We’ll be fine.”

Fellow passenger: Picked up a magazine and joined me reading.

After all that drama, we land only a few minutes late and the connecting flight on the other side of O’Hare. I raced across the huge airport and reached the correct hub. I slipped into the security line behind a tall man with long hair and a leather jacket. This was when the security was done separately for each hub instead of for the entire departure area. Out of nowhere, a gazillion security and police officers descended on the man in front of me. He had handcuffs in his carry-on.

He argued at full volume with them and told them that he was an undercover cop and had the right to carry handcuffs on an airplane. Well, the federal cops argue back and say they want to see his identification. He refuses to give it to them. After about 6 or 7 of them surround him, he is walked off to an “interview room.” I shake my head and look at my watch; I still have enough time to make the connecting flight.

I move to put my stuff on the belt and officers remove everything. Six foot six inch officer says politely, “Please come with us.” I look at him and say, “Huh?” Not such a brilliant response but it had already been a long day. Officer repeats it slowly, “Please come with us.” My brain clicks on and I finally reply, “Yes sir.” See, working with the military does pay off!

So, I ended up in an interview room and they started asking me questions ranging from questions about why I’m traveling that day, then narrowing down to increasingly detailed ones about what I had packed in my luggage. I keep looking at my watch and finally say, “Look, keep my luggage and send it to me when you are done with it. I trust you guys. Just let me have my keys and wallet. I’m going to miss my flight!” The guy in a suit (FBI?) must have realized that I had no idea what was going on.

Suit guy: “The plane isn’t going anywhere. We haven’t been able to verify the other passenger’s story yet. Then, he paused, “You are being questioned because terrorists often use one person to create a distraction so the person behind them can slip through unquestioned.”

Me: “Oh”

So, I ended up finally being allowed to rejoin the other passengers who avoided me for the rest of our time together. They did stare though. Once they had gone through all the luggage and reloaded the airplane, we were allowed to board an hour or so later. I ended up with a row to myself on the airplane. Three flight attendants sat on the opposite row. That was the first time that I bought a hard liquor drink from a flight attendant on an airplane.

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My Top 5 Annoyances as a Flight Attendant…

Firstly, I want to say that I love being a FA (flight attendant for short) and that if you happen to be a passenger on one of my flights, more often than not you are going to have a nice flight. That being said, I would like to list my top 5 (and I’m sure most FA’s) pet peeves when it comes to dealing with passengers.

1. THE FASTEN SEATBELT SIGN IS ON! After takeoff at roughly 10,000 feet the captain will usually give two chimes. This is the FA’s permission to leave their seats and begin setting up for service. This is not an indicator for passengers! If a passenger does get up they may hear the flight attendant say, “Just have to tell you, the seatbelt sign is on.” This is not to scold but essentially to cover our butts if turbulence hits and said passenger suffers a concussion and wants to sue. You are an adult and are free to make your own decisions, but we want to be able to say, well, we told you so!

2. RANDOMLY HANDING TRASH TO FA’S. If I don’t have a trash bag in my hand or if I am not pushing a trash cart, I’m not ready for your trash! If I collect your trash then others around will try to give me theirs as well and I simply do not have enough hands. What’s more, I could be answering a call button as I head down the aisle that was pressed by a passenger with a medical emergency who requires much more important assistance.

3. INTERRUPTING FA’S DURING THE SAFETY DEMO. Folks, this is the most important thing we do during the flight whether you choose to pay attention or not. Asking if your checked bag made it on board (something we have NO WAY of confirming) is not an excuse for interrupting me as I point out the emergency exits.

4. GETTING HUFFY ABOUT HAVING TO USE AFT LAV(S) WHEN WE BLOCK OFF FRONT LAV(S) WHEN OPENING COCKPIT DOOR. Two Words: September Eleventh

5. ASKING ABOUT YOUR CONNECTION! Whatever we say, whether truth or lie, you are only going to hear what you want to hear! Truth be told, we know very little about what goes on outside the airplane. There is no such thing as “Flight Attendant Ground Control” where we can call or log in and check on your flight. The pilots have access to this information but as I have told passengers many-a-time, “I think it best that we not bother them with all that and let them FLY THE AIRPLANE!”

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