Ken Ibold
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We all have a list of reasons, but on one of my LA -> Jax flights on Friday I got another visceral reminder of why airlines suck.
There was a guy sitting in row 3 of the Embraer regional jet (Houston to Jax leg). Halfway through the flight he stood up and started toward the rear of the airplane. He got halfway there and his path was blocked by a guy who was taking his sweet time getting back into his window seat after a trip to the loo. While our front-of-the-bus pax waited, apparently it became too much for him and he proceeded to spew over 4 rows of seated pax. Fortunately -- if anything can be considered fortunate -- the bulk of the, uh, material ended up in the aisle. At least six people had deposits on their shirts and, in one case, hair.
Up in the front, the flight attendant merrily stowed the beverages. When the afflicted pax went up for assistance, she handed them handfuls of moist towlette packages to assist in their cleanup. One woman returned from the galley with a roll of paper towels, which she used to mop the scum from her seat. Eventually, the FA did come back with a pack of stuff that neutralized the smell from the carpet.
All I could think of was: 1) Glad I was in row 23 instead of 20 and 2) LA is an awful long way from Jax by Piper Lance, but still ...
There was a guy sitting in row 3 of the Embraer regional jet (Houston to Jax leg). Halfway through the flight he stood up and started toward the rear of the airplane. He got halfway there and his path was blocked by a guy who was taking his sweet time getting back into his window seat after a trip to the loo. While our front-of-the-bus pax waited, apparently it became too much for him and he proceeded to spew over 4 rows of seated pax. Fortunately -- if anything can be considered fortunate -- the bulk of the, uh, material ended up in the aisle. At least six people had deposits on their shirts and, in one case, hair.
Up in the front, the flight attendant merrily stowed the beverages. When the afflicted pax went up for assistance, she handed them handfuls of moist towlette packages to assist in their cleanup. One woman returned from the galley with a roll of paper towels, which she used to mop the scum from her seat. Eventually, the FA did come back with a pack of stuff that neutralized the smell from the carpet.
All I could think of was: 1) Glad I was in row 23 instead of 20 and 2) LA is an awful long way from Jax by Piper Lance, but still ...