Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.
Well, anytime that I’m flying…for obvious reasons. I don’t care how many times they say it’s safer than driving, you’re thousands of feet up in the air. The person flying the plane is someone that you don’t know. Plus, I’m claustrophobic. And, you don’t know how many of those other people on the plane are crazy lunatics. Sometimes, there are crying babies that you can do absolutely nothing about. Then, there’s that bathroom. It’s like, “Look, I’m a sardine in a little can.” Plus, it’s cramped. My butt always falls asleep.
On my last trip (a month ago) there was a guy who was in such a hurry to get his suitcase from the overhead compartment when we landed. He couldn’t wait. Everybody is standing in the aisles being all antsy. Anyway, he pulled his suitcase out and it fell on the head of the guy in front of me. He was old, and bald. The suitcase cut his head open and he was bleeding. The guy who dropped it just said, “Oh, I’m sorry”. The guy sitting across from me gave the guy a kleenex to put on his bleeding head. Nobody notified the flight attendant, or anything. The guy just sat there bleeding. Finally, the guy who dropped the suitcase looked around at everybody and said, “I’m just clumsy”. I was like, “No, you’re just an impatient idiot”. Anyway, the whole incident was so awkward and annoying.
People are in such a hurry to get from point A to point B, and they’ll stick themselves in a sardine can with a bunch of strangers to do it. I rarely fly. I try to avoid it at all cost. But, I had to go to a stupid wedding in Las Vegas, so I got on the damn plane. Rocky Mountain High by John Denver was stuck in my head the whole time. If you’ve seen the movie Final Destination then you know what I’m talking about.
Anyway, yeah…flying. Madness.