~ The Man Report ~ ~ Early Morning Cocktails & Nikki Sixx ~
Do you have an Airplane Story? Most people do. However, most people dont have
MY airplane stories.
Theyre vast, extensive, and comical. These things could ONLY happen to me.
Every time I fly, I get a new story. Most arent interesting enough to share, but every once in a while, I get me a doozy.
I sat next to a flatulent German Shepherd from Minneapolis/St. Paul to Chicago on a Northwest flight once. That one needs to be told in detail some day.
They foamed the field for LtP & I on a Delta flight from SLC to Miami. Imagine 15 feet of shaving cream spread out over 10 acres. Very scary.
Actually, they dont foam the fields anymore. But there was emergency vehicles lined up and down the runway we landed on. I wish they woulda spread the foam. That woulda made the story even cooler!
I was the only English speaking passenger on a flight from Frankfurt Germany to Istanbul Turkey. Now I know how my son feels every day.
I found a screw in my crab salad on a flight from Washington DC to Denver.
I sat next to a hooker from Denver to Vegas. She told me her life story. Since then, Im off hookers.
*Its a joke ladies!! Sheesh!*
Psst
Guys
she had HUGE
. Uhm
eyes!
Ive met The Fonz, Senator McCain, Senator Craig (yes, the one thats in trouble), Nikki Sixx, Phil Mickelson, Barney Rubble and various other celebrities while flying.
Two stories that repeat themselves at least a couple times per year is the
crying baby story and the
big guy sitting next to me in the middle seat story.
I got
both in one shot this trip down.
Now, these are the stories we all know but dont talk about on the DIS. Theyre taboo.
Until now!!!
I am not unsympathetic to the mothers and their screaming toddlers. When I took my handicapped and colic ridden 4 month old to WDW first class, I single handedly set the record for most annoying passenger in the history of air travel. Sorry!
But now my kids are good. They travel like the well seasoned veterans that they are. Not a peep and well behaved. Im a hell of a parent!
So it annoys me when Im sitting in my seat, scotch & soda in hand, and I
HEAR (before I see) the screaming toddler coming down the jet way. I know two things at this point:
1 - I need another scotch
2 - Theyre sitting next to me.
Happens every time, I swear!
So there I am in my aisle seat, ready for vacation, 7:30 a.m., scotch in hand, when I hear the noise. I look at LtP and tell her,
theyll sit right in front of us. Guess what? Yup, one row in front of us was the family of 5, three kids under the age of 4, all of them unruly, loud, and cantankerous.
At this point Im thinking of numbing my senses further with even more distilled beverages. I do, however, have one good thing going for me; the seat next to me is empty! Woo Hoo!
Just before the doors to the airplane are to be shut, the largest human being Ive ever laid eyes on comes panting through the doorway. That is
NOT an exaggeration.
Now, please, before you begin
flaming me, keep in mind the following.
A
Im a typical overweight American. Im big!
B My entire family (parents, brothers, sisters) is made up of, erm, slightly overweight Americans
oh hell, I can say it, were all
fat! Oh, and
C The all Meat Diet is really only ridding me of unnecessary muscle.
Nope, this dude wasnt American-Big. He was Turkmenistan-Big!!
Now, in Turkmenistan, the larger you are the more attractive you are. They cut off the meat, toss it aside, then eat the fat! Trust me, I know. I love the Turkmenistan website Cooking Cheese While Intoxicated.
I knew this dude was Turkmenistani due to the Turkmenistan Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt he was wearing. Well, the t-shirt plus the fact that his guttural clicks & snorts were indicative of the region.
The absolute dead give-a-way was him wearing
Adidas. Who the Heck wears Adidas anymore??? Only those in third world countries like Canada and Turkmenistan.
So anyway, back to the story
he comes rolling in through the door to the aircraft and starts eye-balling my general area
.
Oh crap!
was the only thought I had time for when he showed up at my aisle asking for me to allow him to pass to his seat.
Im a nice guy so I make room for his carry-on overhead and put it up there for him.
By the time he sat down, he was half in my seat and half in the other seat. What he really needed was
TWO seats. They even had to give him a seat belt extension. Im talking this dude was
BIG.
Now, Im not homophobic or anything, but Im not overly fond of a mans fat rolls lobbed over the arm rest and pressed up against me. Its just icky, ok?
I know what youre thinking
that Buzz is an insensitive jerk!
To you I apologize, but I am what I am. And at that point what I was, was totally creeped out.
LtP could sense it.
Easy
she says,
Easy!
I have to say though that he was as polite as can be. He crossed his arms to reduce his mass and would not use either arm rest. How uncomfortable he must have been?!?!?!
Who built these stupid planes? Who designed them?!?! They should be shot!
Mickey Imagineers wouldnt design airplane seats so small. They would be comfortable, large, and have a happy little tune coming out of the headrests. They wouldnt be jammed so close together that you can smell the persons arm pits sitting next to you.
I finally found a comfortable combination of scotch whiskey, an MP3 player, and leaning into the aisle. It worked; except for the beverage cart hammering my elbow a couple of times.
No matter what happens on the airplane to WDW, you can always take comfort in the fact that youll
soon be in the World and in the safety of Mickey Imagineering. Just stay away from Mission to Mars!
Next Up: I embrace my former band mates from Papa Roach.