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My family was taking a flight from San Francisco to Bangkok. Flying in business class, we got nice treatment all the way from the attendants.
The flight was made terrible by a group of Asian men. The got as drunk as they could, belching and laughing while around them others tried to sleep. They were also passing around a series of porno magazines, holding them up so that the other members of the group could see the pictures. The attendant got them to stop. Then, after they finally quieted down, the one across the aisle from my daughters moved his hand under his blanket and proceeded to move it up and down by his middle area. I couldn’t believe it, but yes, he was whacking off. He did this two or three times during the flight; I pity the flight attendant who picked up that blanket.
We saw them in Bangkok being met by a group of very young looking ladies, their personal tour guides no doubt. No shame.
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We were flying back home to Portland, Oregon from a Thanksgiving holiday visit in Sacramento, California. We were on a small Alaska plane for the short hour and half flight. I was about 6 months pregnant, and was traveling with my husband and my 2 year old daughter. The plane was configured for 2 seats on each side of the aisle. My husband and daughter were on one side of the aisle, I was across from them on the aisle side. As my seatmate boarded, it was clear that she had a small dog in her bag. She had tried to take a shortcut and had put her dog into a regular duffel bag with some mesh lining for breathing instead of an animal carrier. As the plane took off, the flight attendant discovered the dog in the bag because it was barking and loud. The dog began to get more and more upset. The flight attendants were warning the woman that she couldn’t let the dog out to sit on her lap, and had to keep the dog contained in her bag. They were also very upset that she was not using a animal carrier to transport the dog.
As the flight attendants were in the midst of drink service (with the drink cart in the aisle), the dog chewed a hole and escaped from the bag and ran under the seat and towards the front of the plane. The flight attendants had to leave the drink service to try to catch the dog. The dog was racing all over the plane and was visibly freaked out. The woman couldn’t get out to help because we were at the back of the plane. Eventually the dog was captured, but the woman had difficulty keeping the dog in the bag. The flight attendants brought cardboard and duct tape – for her to try to tape up the rip in the bag that the dog had chewed through.
I could no longer sit in the seat because the dog was restless; the woman was almost sitting on the bag on the floor to keep the dog contained. So, I was moved to the empty aisle seat in front of my husband and child.
Unfortunately, it was occupied by a man reading a porn magazine. After discovering this, I clearly showed I was disgusted and tried to communicate non-verbally that I was not pleased. I did not however ask him directly to put away his magazine. It probably wouldn’t have helped; he did not bother to put his magazine away even with quarters close. I ended up turning my body with my legs in the aisle for the remainder of the flight.
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Not too long ago I was traveling home off-duty from my job as a flight attendant from Atlanta, Georgia to Cleveland, Ohio after visiting with my fiance. This was the last flight of the night and being that I was exhausted after a busy trip; I was just looking to relax and sleep on my flight home.
I was one of the first people to board the regional jet I would fly home, and I was just hoping that because I knew the flight was not full, I would be able to sit alone and relax on the way home. Lo and behold however, as I was heading down the aisle to my window seat ‘D6,’ a feeling of dread set over me as I noticed the extremely large, burly, unkempt looking gentleman sitting in seat ‘E6.’ I regrettingly smiled and pointed to my seat, prompting him to allow me to sit down after I stowed my luggage, and I slumped into my seat and turned on my iPod and stared out the window, not really wanting to make conversation with the frightening man next to me. Of course, however, he found a way to strike up a conversation – as for some reason my flight attendant uniform just screams “PLEASE TALK TO ME… I WANT TO KNOW YOUR LIFE STORY AND WANT TO ANSWER YOUR 101 QUESTIONS ABOUT FLYING.” It’s not that I’m friendly, but just like anyone else, sometimes I just want to sleep on the plane if I’m off duty!
The man starts telling me a story about how he is returning to Cleveland after visiting his (no joke) mail-order-bride in Russia. After telling me a 20 minute story about how he found her on a website, I think he finally gets the hint that I’m not particularly interested in the story. At that point, he is fumbling around with his Blackberry phone and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he is scrolling through about 100 emails from adult and porn websites. Hooray. The sleeze-factor has just escalated to epic levels and at this point, I’d love nothing more than this flight to be over. Little did I know I was about to be even more grossed out.
The man starts talking to me, AGAIN, and then proceeds to take out his digital camera and asks me if I want to see pictures of his trip and his Russian mail order bride. Begrudgingly, I agree to look on as he scrolls through the photos, explaining each one in detail, that is until he gets to the picture of his…. ahem…. “manhood.” At this point, it’s safe to say I threw up in my mouth a little. I put my headphones back in my ears, turned to look out the window, and wished I had a parachute.
Thankfully, after we were in the air, the man moved to another row that had no one sitting in it to be alone in his big, fat, smelly, disgusting, porn-loving, digital-photography glory. THANK GOD.
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On my way home from visiting my sister, I was assigned to the dreaded middle seat on a full flight. In the window seat was a man who looked like he was transported from the lizard lounge a la 1970s–open shirt, gold chains, middle-aged. An older woman was already sitting in the aisle seat, so I said, “Excuse me, I’m in the middle seat.” Mr. Gold Chains looked me up and down and said with a creepy smirk, “Well, hello Middle Seat!”
As I sat down, I prayed that the guy wouldn’t talk to me the entire flight. I got my wish. However, as soon the plane started to taxi, he took out a pile of hard-core porn magazines, which he proceeded to thumb through, at an angle where he seemed to be showing them to me. I tried hard to read the paperback book I had bought back at the terminal, but he went through each magazine page by page in a slow manner the ENTIRE flight, chuckling and making comments about the pictorials. The elderly woman in the aisle seat was asleep and therefore oblivious. The flight attendant probably noticed and therefore avoided our row like the plague because she didn’t ask us what we wanted to drink during the beverage service until Mr. Gold Chains buzzed her for attention. He ordered a shot of liquor, of course, and used one of his open magazines as a coaster.
The flight was four hours but seemed to be much, much longer. It was the worst experience ever. As if that wasn’t enough, when we were standing to get off the plane, Mr. Gold Chains decided it was okay to lean over me in a manner that was way too close for comfort. I still feel completely grossed out and violated just remembering it all.
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