Good luck with your flight

Post #43,387 by ben_tilly 6/25/02 7:06:32 AM Reply	Good luck with your flight But I disagree with your biases. Barring unconnnected hygiene problems, I don't mind sitting next to someone who is obese as long as their body doesn't take up my seat. But my real pet peeve are people who rest their feet on the chair in front of them. Excuse the fuck me, but my back is already going to be killing me enough when I step off of the plane. I don't need a collection of additional bruises where you kicked me... Cheers, Ben "... I couldn't see how anyone could be educated by this self-propagating system in which people pass exams, teach others to pass exams, but nobody knows anything." --Richard Feynman
Post #43,458 by broomberg 6/25/02 8:12:27 PM Reply	Dangerous flight I was going to/coming from (not sure, 10 years ago!) Orlando once with my son. He was 3ish. There was a kid in the seat behind me that kept kicking my seat. I'd say he was 10ish. His father was next to him. His father was a stereotypical Hell's Angel biker. Big, fat, tattood, bearded. He was wearing all the gear, greasy pants, biker wallet, denim vest, with colors, etc. I mean he was SCARY! I asked the kid to stop kicking, maybe 3 times. I then asked his father to make him stop. He shrugged it off. I then DEMANDED he make him stop. He looked at me, and SNARLED! Not sure exactly what he said, it was along the lines: I can't control him! I gave him a look that was a mixture of pity, disgust, and contempt, and said: That's really sad. You can't control a child. And then I realized I was about to spend the next hour, trapped in a tin can, with a furious biker sitting behind me. I couldn't even keep an eye one him. I was scared to death! I was sweating, my heart pounding, waiting for the moment he decided to kill me. Nothing happened. When we got off the plane, and I survived, I was so relieved. I then almost bumped into them 10 minutes later in the bathroom!!! I stayed out of sight. I have got to learn to keep my mouth shut in dangerous situations.
Post #43,484 by Ashton 6/26/02 4:29:42 AM Reply	Sometimes ya gotta.. On a flight, some sort of complaint by guy in front of me. He was being obnoxious to the Stewardess (yes, it was on OK word then). He finally demanded her name, etc. No choice (everybody just sat there mute, like rabbits). I piped up, "Stewardess, I'd like your name and boss's name, please. I'd like to give a version of this event too." She looked at me 'professionally' (and with a fleeting Mona Lisa smile I won't forget, then shook my hand discreetly as she was leaving the scene) and gave me the info. Guy shut up. ~~And we were married the next month, had 3 kids and~~ Nahh, but it felt good to cancel out a drunk asshole (who was also Big). I wrote, but I doubt the Guy did, after he sobered up. I did make sure to follow Him out of the plane, though ;-) Ashton Nemesis
Post #43,487 by ben_tilly 6/26/02 6:45:00 AM Reply	I think I heard that one from you before... And the kid didn't kick you any more, which means that in my books it was worth it. Right? :-) Cheers, Ben "... I couldn't see how anyone could be educated by this self-propagating system in which people pass exams, teach others to pass exams, but nobody knows anything." --Richard Feynman
Post #43,567 by broomberg 6/26/02 10:04:30 PM Reply	Yeah, I think he stopped
Post #43,492 by deSitter 6/26/02 8:53:51 AM Reply	Dangerous Ride Me: 1986, happy camper on my brand new Honda VF1100 Sabre - 128 Hp. Fast. Maiden voyage to the N. Georgia Mtns. Up ahead - a pack of Harleys. Let's see how this baby runs... ZOOM! I pass the whole pack in 4th gear at about 90 - on a curve. I look back with a big grin and flash them all a peace sign. I pull into Dahlonega and stop off to have a quick beer. As I'm coming out, guess who's coming in... (No, I didn't get my ass kicked. We went back in and all had a few more. Bikers are nice guys. Even to riders of rice rockets.) -desitter
Post #44,163 by tablizer 7/1/02 9:19:53 PM Reply	The trick (* I asked the kid to stop kicking, maybe 3 times. I then asked his father to make him stop. He shrugged it off. I then DEMANDED he make him stop. He looked at me, and SNARLED! Not sure exactly what he said, it was along the lines: I can't control him! *) Mess up your hair and give the kid the "psycho-nerd" look. Cover the dad's view with a pillow so that only the kid sees. The psycho-nerd look is as frighting as any hells angle's snarl. Snapping a pen in two might add to the effect. If the dad sleeps, a wayward ice-cube might also do the trick. ________________ oop.ismad.com

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