I have read lots of stories about having to sit next to or near a fellow passenger on a flight who just doesn’t know how to behave in the air. But my flight from Calgary to Newark last Friday was a first hand experience. I settled into my seat and while we were waiting to take off the “lady” behind me had a long loud telephone call with someone who I gathered from the call was her “loved one”. You know there are ways you can have a telephone call in a crowded place – and you can do it discreetly but this word was not in this woman’s vocabulary.
To make matters worse while she chatted away she seemed to be mining for gold in the seat pocket behind me which meant that I was constantly bumped and prodded while she scrabbled in there. Oh well, I thought, she is probably just getting settled in putting her water bottle there and other stuff – it will stop when we take off.
It was like having a 180 pound baby sitting behind me. But worse was to come.
After the food and beverage service had gone round she settled back to relax – and again I experienced the pushing and shoving on the back of my seat and then a movement caught my eye – well the very corner of my eye. I was sitting at the window (as was she) so she had decided to take off her shoes and use my arm rest as her foot rest.
I looked down and could not believe this. Sure I knew it happened. But yew! Her feet were big and her toes could have done with a good pedicure despite the fact that her toenails were painted bright pink.
I had managed to have a quick look at her while she made one of her numerous trips to the bathroom. She apologized to her seat mate – a sweet looking young Asian girl – explaining that she had been drinking at the airport before her flight because she was a nervous flyer and once she has had three or four drinks she always has to go to the bathroom. I snuck a look – hmmm – she was quite tall and a little on the heavy side with tattoos. I didn’t fancy a run in with her – especially if she had a hangover. So I sucked it up.
Eventually we landed – and as usual everyone immediately switched off their phones. As did she. Loudly. Whoever she spoke to gave her some bad news because she immediately said (in her booming voice) “What the f*&k!”. By this time everyone was standing in the aisle ready to disembark. A silence fell over everyone with lots of looking at the ground in embarrassment. But this did not deter her – she continued to “F” her way through the conversation. Yes maybe I should have put my big girl pants on and told her off but I can just see that ending in a horrible situation. Instead I held my beak and thought “hmmm – this could be good blog material”. And now you have it!