a reply to: incoserv
Last time I flew on AA (which wasn't that long ago actually) they tried to back the 737-MAX I was on over the parking chocks and broke the tow-bar on
the nose gear! Never got slammed around that hard on a plane before! Then we sat there on the ground for an hour while they inspected the nose gear
to see if the plane could still fly. So we missed our takeoff slot, and waited some more out in the penalty box on the airfield.
When we landed in Miami I looked out the window and saw my flight to Lima, Peru taxi by (I had a 2 hour layover originally). American didn't have
anything going to Peru that night so I was basically screwed. I had a meeting the next morning so I had to get to Peru. I wound up having to go
catch a LATAM flight which left about 6 hours later. I got into Peru at about 8am, and my meeting was at 9...on the other side of the city (and
traffic is beyond terrible there).
On my return flight we had a gay drill instructor for a lead flight attendant who was on a personal mission to personally read every single aviation
regulation known to man (including section number) over the PA system at least three times during our flight. Some poor schmoe in the cheap seats in
back stood up to get something out of the overhead bin when the seat belt sign was lit, which subjected 300 sleeping passengers to a 35 minute tirade
from Deputy Dick the flight attendant about how we were all going to be sent to Super-MAX in Florence Colorado...and then cited every single penal
code number for the high crimes we would all be charged with.
Another poor woman up in First made the mistake of asking for a cocktail when we were below 10,000 feet on approach into Houston. Jeezus, Deputy
Douchebag went off again, telling everyone on the plane how we'd be detained by INTERPOL upon landing and be tried at the Hague for being some kind of
International smuggling cartel. It was one of the most utterly suck ass flights ever. I really wanted to dent that dudes melon with my rollerbag and
give him a blue-juice swirly in the lav when that ride was over!
Then, on my flight to DEN, some woman wanted something so she rang the attendant call button. Attendant walks back and turns the light off, and goes
and sits back down. Lady rings it again, same thing. Again, same thing. Again, same thing (this went on for about 37 hours it seemed like). Then
it was time to land in DEN. I'm pretty sure they just shut the engines down about 400' above the runway, because we dropped out of the sky and landed
so hard I think we were actually under
the runway for a while and my ass had a flat spot in it.
All in all, it was just a "wonderful" experience! Next time I want to be slammed off a bulkhead, late, have to take a different airline, harangued by
a seriously overweight gay man who's on a power trip, subjected to Chinese Call Button torture and then dropped on the runway from cruise
altitude...I'll go fly on American!
ETA - Oh, and the friggin' WiFi didn't work either! And, your coffee sucks! And, and, and...
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