There was bad weather in Dallas last Monday when we were trying to fly home. Our flight out of Shreveport was delayed an hour. Then we had about five hours in the Dallas airport to kill. And then that flight was delayed 45 minutes. We were ready to get home.
Jon and I were in the second-to-the-last row of the plane. Just behind the little food service "galley"
thingie. So there was a flight attendant seated there, and then one about 10 feet away at the back of the plane.
As we were in the middle of our long taxi (we were on the other side of
DFW, opposite the runways), the guy in front of me raises his hand, does the "half-stand" and says, "I want to get off the plane." (Insert hyperventilating from me).
Flight attendants (FA): Why, sir?
Crazy guy (CG): I need to.
FA: We need a reason.
CG: My partner in New York is
going through a really rough time, and I just need to go back to him.
FA: (At this point, I think one said "No.") Then why did you get on the plane?
FA: Is this something you just found out?
CG: No, I just DECIDED right now.
FA: Do you have checked luggage?
CG: Yes.
FA: Do you realize that it would delay these 150 people about two hours by the time we turned around and looked through all of the bags to find yours?
CG: Well, is there a phone I can use?
FA: You don't have a cell phone?
CG: No.
FA: Here, use mine.
FA: This is not how the airlines WORK.
I honestly don't know how those flight attendants remained so calm. I know all of the guys around us were on the verge of tackling him. Heck, I would have, too. Did he not have time to think about any of this on his flight DOWN from New York? Or in the airport? And how selfish can you be? This isn't a taxi. You don't get on & off when you please. And no, there are no pay phones in planes. And that phone one FA was on? Yeah, Dude, that was her talking to the captain. Hopefully warning him that there was a PSYCHO on the plane. It's not an outside line.