Getting mashed up in an airplane....

Oh yikes.

I've had serious turbulence, but...

Oh, I know!! I was flying to Minneapolis from, it must have been, L.A. It was a long flight, lots of turbulence, big storms. Unpleasant all around, but I didn't pay much attention. Wasn't panicky at all.

FINALLY landed (lots of circling and delays), I grew up in Minneapolis and had been to the airport a zillion times, so was kinda nonchalantly trudging along and not really paying attention, following the crowd to the baggage pickup. Got there, wasn't exactly what I remembered but whatever, tried to get my bags. I just can't remember the sequence here -- did I have a connecting flight? I must've -- but my bag wasn't there. I tried to talk to an airport person about it. I was getting the words (lipreading) but it made no sense. Eventually it became clear -- I was in DETROIT!!!!

The storms were so bad that they couldn't even land in Minneapolis, so it was diverted to Detroit. They had announcements and everything of course, but...

So I was stuck in Detroit, had to get to my dad's wedding (that's what it was), had to try to get on another flight, etc., etc. Man that was a mess. I ended up sleeping in the airport overnight -- well, laying there will my backpack for a pillow and startling awake at the slightest anything -- and finally getting on the plane to Minneapolis maybe 10 hours later.

Ugh.

Took off from Rome heading for London and a connecting flight to NY. Heard the pilot say it was a 1 hour flight to Paris...sucked. Spent the night on a bench in Orly.

Just noticed my post had nothin to do with getting mashed up in an airplane...
OK.. I was on a flight that was fighting a real bad thunderstorm...and out of the corner of my eye...through the rain driven darkness...I saw a troll sitting on the wing...

My flight made a connection in Tulsa where we had to wait for an hour. When we got back on, there was some kind of engine trouble, but they told us to remain on the plane. It was blazing hot and soon a passenger threw up. In close quarters, that can become contagious, the odor and the feeling of claustrophobia--it was a nightmare!!

You sure it wasn't just your date in the next seat over?

You mean like...I was sitting on the wing with her?
Oh, I know...you mean I saw her reflection in the window and...no?

Your dropping 10,000 feet sounds a lot worse than anything I've experienced, Slappy, for which I'm truly grateful.

I was on a plane taking off from an airport in California that couldn't get the cabin pressurized. The plane circled and circled and circled -- for close to a half hour the people on that plane were in distress. For a while they tried to talk to us over the loudspeaker, but all the passengers were in such pain that we were basically deaf and they finally gave up. All the passengers tried to just "take it" for a while but everyone's ears were popping and doing all sorts of strange things. The cabin staff tried to hand out gum -- but it didn't work. Babies started screaming, children were yelling and even adults were crying out. I was standing up, shaking my head back and forth, holding my ears and groaning in pain... which was intense. I remember looking into that sea of faces... it was like Edvard Munch's Scream multiplied over and over. That was pretty bad.

I was in 2 separate helicopter crashes. I dont fly in choppers ever again. a elicopter is only as good as its last maintenance and its a relatively unforgiving POS

I don't travel that much. My worst airplane experiences have generally revolved around the food, no turbulence pun intended.

I was once stranded in Atlanta, en route to Toronto from Palm Springs. They never did get me a connecting flight, and my folks had to drive to Buffalo to pick me up. However, for the night in Georgia, I was treated to a great hotel, free room service, and free porn on the television. We also got a free round trip to anywhere in the States, except Hawaii and Alaska, from American Airlines. I guess that's not really a horrible airline story, but hey, it's still a story. Then there was the time I saw a monster on the wing, ripping stuff up...

I went to Amsterdam for the weekend a couple of years ago. We mainly went for the weed, to be honest. We got to the airport to come home and lining up to go through customs, I released I had a bag of grass in my pocket. I nearly crapped myself at the thought of a cavity search and prison, so I left the queue and went to the toilets. I was gonna flush it, but then thought that would be a waste. So I ate it.

Re-joined the queue and all was well - not searched or 'sniffed' and went through to departures. Which is when they announced a 2 hour delay. By the time we took off, I was so mashed I could hardly open my eyes and I'd gone a greener-shade-of-pale. The stewards were dubious about letting me on but I managed to blag it. The flight (chucked up twice in an hour), Customs again in Britain, baggage claim (45 minutes) - an absolute nightmare of heaving nausea and crazy lights in front of my eyes.

I would definately not recommend eating big sticky buds of top-quality Dutch weed before a flight.

Gives new meaning to high flying.

2 quickees.
i remember sitting in the Atlanta airport with a colleague. WE were so stoned we couldnt even move. We missed a couple of flights but , my how the time flew

I used to fly a lot to Albany and then drive over the CAnadian border. id fly these early AM businessmens flights. Id be in full field gear like Steve Irwin (crock hunter) cept no gay shorts just full suntans. Everybody else was in suits .
So Theyd serve breakfast,and it was always the same "STICKEE BUNS" ever hear anything so stupid? all these guys are stickeyed up and they only have little napkins and no water. The cuisine was abominable.

albany was a very windy airport , so much so that the planes would often take exaggerated paths in to land. They call it "Crabbing" but basically you can look out your window and the plane is landing sideways,

Sorta reminds me of approaching Denver...those pilots must get combat pay to land there...talk about cross winds.

Wait a minute Grand Duke: You went to Amsterdam for the WEED?

I thought most people went for the culture. Wait, the culture is weed. And whores. I gotta book me a flight.

On a flight from Albuquerque, NM to Denver, CO, we sat through a lecture on how to wear and use the personal floatation devices. Are there really that many oceans between the two cities?

My worst experience, and it was not very bad, was taking a flight from Hartford CT to Quebec in the winter (it was a prop plane) and watching the ice form on the wing and then fly off. It did not increase my confidence in the safety of the plane.

It was Christmas time and I was helping out a friend whose exhusband happened to live in the city I was visiting. She asked if it would be okay for her 7 year old son to fly with me so he would have someone to escort him on the plane.

No problem.

I met her child at the airport and we boarded the plane for a 5 hour flight to our destination.

Still no problem.

After flying for about an hour and a half and absolutely freezing our asses off they announce that we have to turn around and go back because there is a crack in the fuselage of the airplane. So that's why we're freezing! And now we're all terrified -- break out the mittens!

Three hours later and we are back where we started.

Two hours later they find us another plane! We are on our way!

Four hours later we can't land in Dallas because of thunderstorms so we circle and we circle and we circle.

We finally land but we're not home yet, ladies and gentlemen.

We arrange a connecting flight and finally arrive home 13 hours after our "departure".

Thirteen hours is a very long time for a 7 year old boy to spend confined in a flying tube with a stranger.

About a month later, young boy is visiting his mom at our office. I walk into the room and he breaks into tears telling me to "stay away".

Ah. The glory that is air travel.

Maybe the flight crew was still operating on the 18th century assumption that there was a midcontental ocean that was the source of the Missouri and Colorado rivers.

Acquiunk, when the ice forms and doesn't come off it's much more interesting.

In any case, if flying really was all that dangerous, would they let you buy your ticket on credit?