This is a follow up to Wednesday’s post about my airport experience… so it you haven’t read that one yet, you can go back and see it here.
So we get settled into our seats. Our First Class seats. Our big, comfortable, plenty of room to stretch out and scratch myself seats. And while people are still boarding around us the flight attendant stops them to ask if we would like anything to drink before takeoff. Umm… hell yeah! It may be 8:30am but it’s 9:00am somewhere. I’ll take a Bloody Mary! My Lady Friend was a little more sensible and just got a coffee.
After we get settled and it appears that most if not all the people have boarded, we see the flight attendants huddled, speaking in hushed tones. Uh oh, did someone make a mistake bumping us up to First Class? Are we going to be pushed back into the (gasp) common people part of the plane?
Side note: when you are sitting in First Class you feel obligated to look at the common people walking by heading to their seats with a certain amount of disdain, as if they are beneath you.
Even though 99% of the flights I’ve been on, have been in coach, I am still forced to act superior that 1% of the time. It’s not my fault, I think it’s something about the air they pump into that part of the plane.
Then we realize the real reason for the hushed conversations as one of the flight attendants chews out the airline person working the gate entry. Anticipating the overhead bins filling up, they had started telling people they had to check their carry-ons. This is all well and good until someone who is forced to check their carry-on gets to their seats and see the overhead bins are NOT full. They were not happy. I would be pissed too. But I had plenty of space, you know, being in First Class and all.
Apparently one passenger took it a little too far, being belligerent, cussing at flight attendants, calling them idiots, etc. They don’t take too kindly to this behavior. So they kicked him off! Airport security came and grabbed the dude and walked him off the plane. And as he was escorted past me I noticed he HAD his carry-on bag. So he wasn’t even one of the people who was forced to check his! What a moron.
Can you imagine having to tell your wife, significant other, kids or boss that you are not going to be getting home on time because you were kicked off a plane for being a jackass? Ugh.
After all was said and done, we were about 20 minutes late taking off so not too bad. Then I spent the next 2 ½ hours soaking up the bloody mary’s and free food from the comfort of my big ass wide chair. Yep… it was the good life.
P.S. I think I may have unintentionally misled some of you at the end of my LAST post. I mentioned there was an incident on the plane but I neglected to say it DIDN’T involve me directly. Oops. Sorry to disappoint those who thought I would be the one getting arrested.. haha.