My worse flight had to be the Tahiti- Paris in the 90´s. 26 hours with a cot over my head and the baby crying all the way. I thought I was going to turn crazy before we landed. Especially because the parents did not try to calm him down, the staff tried their best but with no luck.
On the flight from Burma to Singapore, I was seated quite comfortably beside the window until some old lady seated behind me decided to rest her bare feet on my arm rest... The side which i was falling asleep on....
Not airplane, but train, in France, with a Frenchman (no surprises here) with a sandwich made of who knows what that smelled pretty bad, much like beans, and smeared everything around him with greasy sausage.
But the worst part was that when he knew I'm Chilean he began to talk to Pinochet, and Pinochet, and Pinochet... Believe, mine is is a rich and beautiful country, we have more than Pinochet on our minds and I surely didn't want to spend those long hours talking of politics with I guy pretending to be a learned person.
Not exactly bad
It was more than 8 hours flight from London to Bangkok. I was seated next to this Malaysian guy who is trying to pick up this French girl next to us. . He talks so much about his country . So much that he can have the crown to be the country ambassador with his ‘vu le vu’ accent – fake accent.
His face turn pink when he saw me again during the next flight back from Bangkok to Kuala Lumpur knowing now that I am from Malaysia too.
On the flight over to Paris in June, I sat next to a guy who shook his leg the entire flight. It wasn't enough to drive me mad, and I'm not very good at sleeping in planes anyway, but 7 hours of shake-shake-shake was a little much. I guess he was nervous or something, and I didn't want to ask if he could stop in case he took up an even more annoying habit.
My sister and I, flying from California to London, spent our hard earned frequent flyer miles to upgrade to first class, thinking...."Ahhh...this should be heaven!" A woman from Texas sits next to us and proceeds to drink whisky since the moment she sat down. This was a 12 hour flight! The stewards finally cut her off so she pulls out her flask from her purse and loudly claims that's her business! She spikes her drinks the entire trip talking non-stop, repeating herself loudly in a drunken stupor; "So...where y'all from again?" or "Where y'all staying at? We could meet up!" about every hour or so. So much for first class...
Worst: Another long transatlantic flight on a crappy American airliner. The woman in front of me has really long, frizzy hair that she makes a habit of flopping over the back of her seat which is completely reclined. When meals are served, I politely ask this woman if she would mind putting her seat upright, (Which obviously, American airliners don't bother to mention, thinking one knows better.) She mutters under her breath a, "f**k you!" rolls her eyes, and splays her long hair over the back seat even more which is now hovering over my food. I don't know what happened next...but you know how crappy American carriers have those little packages of mustard and ketchup that come with your meal? I guess mine must have "accidently" spurted out more than it should have...(So much for her hair!)
LadyMacWilly ^..^ ~
[ Edit: Edited on Jul 23, 2007, at 5:12 PM by Ladymacwil ]
....but you know how crappy American carriers have those little packages of mustard and ketchup that come with your meal? I guess mine must have "accidently" spurted out more than it should have...(So much for her hair!)
LadyMacWilly ^..^ ~
Good for you - revenge is a dish best served cold!
The staff should of assisted you and told her to put her seat back up - l have been asked loads of times and why should it be a problem - its only like for half an hour or so!
Thank you Purdy,
I almost felt bad about my actions, on the other hand, I was so angry.
Thank God, TWA is no more. Two other occurances on that same flight: One very minor, the Brit who asked for tea and was looked at like an alien. The finally gave him a floating Lipton tea bag in a styrafoam cup with hot water. I just remember his look when he was served . Priceless! ("Yes...we're certainly not on BA our we?")
Then there was the French women, a few seats in front of me on the opposite aisle (first meal served), who were asked if they wanted a ham or turkey sandwich. They did not understand. So naturally, being a crappy American flight, The stewardess yells; "DO YOU WANT HAM OR TURKEY?" In her Southern accent, still speaking English. I wanted to jump out of my seat, run down the aisle, and in my broken French, offer: " Le jambon...la dinde?" Again, in my limited French I did not know the word for "or" nor "sandwich." (I thought panini...but that sounded more Italian...I was sure however, it must be close....(?) Anyway, the point being, this was an International flight! These people are morons! So...rather than calling a moronic steward...I did what I did.
LadyMacWilly ^..^ ~
TThen there was the French women, a few seats in front of me on the opposite aisle (first meal served), who were asked if they wanted a ham or turkey sandwich. They did not understand. So naturally, being a crappy American flight, The stewardess yells; "DO YOU WANT HAM OR TURKEY?" In her Southern accent, still speaking English.
Something similar happened on my flight home between Paris and Montreal on Zoom. The couple in back of me were from France, and were stumped when the flight attendant asked them if they wanted chicken or pasta. So the attendant repeated "pasta" faster and slower, and the couple insisted they didn't understand and the attendant said she didn't speak French. I finally turned around and said "pâtes" and they all sighed in relief. It wasn't rude or ignorant on the attendant's part, but you'd think on a flight between Paris and Montreal - aboard a Canadian airline - they'd at least have bilingual staff.
I had the chicken, BTW, and it weasn't all that nice.