Post by dunkeld on Jul 4, 2013 10:42:51 GMT
Anyone had one of those flights that you wished, well just never happened?
Let me walk you through my true account of a hell on a flight, from this April, pull up a chair with a drink in your hand and enjoy the trip at my expense. .
We were sitting in the departure lounge as you do, people and departure board watching, when a family who looked as if they could be big trouble! walked by. I know one shouldn't pre-judge etc, but this time I just knew some poor barsteward was going to get it on their flight back home, whever that may be?
We sat in our seats, wife across the aisle seat from my aisle seat, when I saw said family from hell struggle to walk up the aisle. Oh fook I thought, please god, not next to me (I had 2 seats to my right free and 3 in front) Thanks a lot God ya Baloon I thought as they pushed and squeezed their way past me into their seats.
Anyhow up we go and then, they started! Mum and her little (5-6 Year old approx) err - daughter from St Trinians who was sitting next to me were ok for all of 2 mins when the little one started to play with her table latch. Then mum grabbed her by the arm and proceeded to berate her, shouting, swearing loudly, while smacking her very hard on the arms/wrist a good 5-6 times.
Then did the little one not do it again! Again mum metered out her foul mouthed tirade while leathering the little one. I at this point suggested that she shouldn't be hitting the kid like that! I got a "whats it got to do with you ya f-cker "etc. After another few minutes the hyper active kid with 16 duracell batteries up her erse was looking over my shoulder asking what I was looking at on my iphone. I said its a snooker game. Oh I can play that, can I have a wee shot at that? err no, the batteries are low.
Then she went off on one again sayng why did she not have a hot meal like I had and they didn't? To which the mother slapped here again saying "shout yer f*cking mouth" I have a packet of crisps and a wee bottle of water for you. The kid went into full on scream mode, while the attendant came down to see what the fuss was all about, I begged her to get me another seat, nay even offered a few quid to sling someone else out of their seat for me, but she couldn't be bought.
Then the grandfather who was sitting in front of me, got up and told me to "get out" while he proceeded to drag the girl out of the middle chair, across the arm rest while she screamed even louder due to the pain I guess she was feeling, with her granddad trying to pull her arm off her body . He then lifted her up swearing at her to sit f*cking still while he forceably dumped her into his now vacant seat.
At this point he sat next to me and took over the control of the arm rest to the right of me, then opened up a full sized paper (I assume there was no Sun newspapers left!) so much that I couldn't see what I was doing.
Then all hell let loose again. Another member of the family (young guy about 15-17) from hell who was sitting quiet enough while this was going on, ended up fighting with the kid out on the aisle, not serious stuff, just jesting etc, until the little kid kicked her brother very hard between the legs, so much so that I nearly choked on my Bacardi and Coke and made my eyes water. At this point the stewardess came down and they sat back down again. Then the kid who was sitting in front was rocking on her chair, and looking over to me eyeball to eyeball, asking the usual qualified question again: what you reading now mister?
This lasted just about all of the 4-1/4 hrs it took to get us to the airport and away from them. I even delayed my walk to the baggage area to see what way they went
The best bit for me was when a women, who had witnessed the above said to my wife: If I was you, I would make sure you gave your man a couple of stiff drinks when he gets in, for the sh!te he had to put up with on that flight - and I did ,
I don't suppose it can get any worse that that? Can it!
Let me walk you through my true account of a hell on a flight, from this April, pull up a chair with a drink in your hand and enjoy the trip at my expense. .
We were sitting in the departure lounge as you do, people and departure board watching, when a family who looked as if they could be big trouble! walked by. I know one shouldn't pre-judge etc, but this time I just knew some poor barsteward was going to get it on their flight back home, whever that may be?
We sat in our seats, wife across the aisle seat from my aisle seat, when I saw said family from hell struggle to walk up the aisle. Oh fook I thought, please god, not next to me (I had 2 seats to my right free and 3 in front) Thanks a lot God ya Baloon I thought as they pushed and squeezed their way past me into their seats.
Anyhow up we go and then, they started! Mum and her little (5-6 Year old approx) err - daughter from St Trinians who was sitting next to me were ok for all of 2 mins when the little one started to play with her table latch. Then mum grabbed her by the arm and proceeded to berate her, shouting, swearing loudly, while smacking her very hard on the arms/wrist a good 5-6 times.
Then did the little one not do it again! Again mum metered out her foul mouthed tirade while leathering the little one. I at this point suggested that she shouldn't be hitting the kid like that! I got a "whats it got to do with you ya f-cker "etc. After another few minutes the hyper active kid with 16 duracell batteries up her erse was looking over my shoulder asking what I was looking at on my iphone. I said its a snooker game. Oh I can play that, can I have a wee shot at that? err no, the batteries are low.
Then she went off on one again sayng why did she not have a hot meal like I had and they didn't? To which the mother slapped here again saying "shout yer f*cking mouth" I have a packet of crisps and a wee bottle of water for you. The kid went into full on scream mode, while the attendant came down to see what the fuss was all about, I begged her to get me another seat, nay even offered a few quid to sling someone else out of their seat for me, but she couldn't be bought.
Then the grandfather who was sitting in front of me, got up and told me to "get out" while he proceeded to drag the girl out of the middle chair, across the arm rest while she screamed even louder due to the pain I guess she was feeling, with her granddad trying to pull her arm off her body . He then lifted her up swearing at her to sit f*cking still while he forceably dumped her into his now vacant seat.
At this point he sat next to me and took over the control of the arm rest to the right of me, then opened up a full sized paper (I assume there was no Sun newspapers left!) so much that I couldn't see what I was doing.
Then all hell let loose again. Another member of the family (young guy about 15-17) from hell who was sitting quiet enough while this was going on, ended up fighting with the kid out on the aisle, not serious stuff, just jesting etc, until the little kid kicked her brother very hard between the legs, so much so that I nearly choked on my Bacardi and Coke and made my eyes water. At this point the stewardess came down and they sat back down again. Then the kid who was sitting in front was rocking on her chair, and looking over to me eyeball to eyeball, asking the usual qualified question again: what you reading now mister?
This lasted just about all of the 4-1/4 hrs it took to get us to the airport and away from them. I even delayed my walk to the baggage area to see what way they went
The best bit for me was when a women, who had witnessed the above said to my wife: If I was you, I would make sure you gave your man a couple of stiff drinks when he gets in, for the sh!te he had to put up with on that flight - and I did ,
I don't suppose it can get any worse that that? Can it!