Maybe he was hung over or high or maybe he was just terrified.
He was definitely messing up everyone else's WA (sense of well-being).
Actually, he was scarier than the turbulance itself.
TG is a greasy, grungy looking rocker dude with a trucker hat and an attitude.
His carry-ons were his amp and guitar.
Picture this:
A plane-full of tired travelers on an evening flight from Helsinki to NYC. Add in dinner, some mediocre in-flight entertainment and TURBULANCE a few minutes after said dinner between Greenland and Newfoundland. After the first few bumps, the seat-belt sign came on. After a few more pretty good bumps, the flight crew got buckled in as well. At this point, the pilot announces that we've got about 45 minutes of pretty bad turbulance ahead of us.
Then TG started moaning - and cussing - and screaming - and trying to get out of his seat.
WTF?! Everyone knows that when the flight crew is belted in, you'd better be too!
Mind you, the bumps were bad, but there weren't any altitute drops, so the husband and I were still feeling pretty secure. (Finnair ain't got nothin' on Aeroflot!) Not too terrifying, except we both really had to pee.
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