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Odds that you hear about this flight I’m on via your local evening news are high. Lucky for you all, I’m doing my best to record the drama.
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because testosterone.
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Okay so there are a lot of toddlers in the rows around me. They’ve been great, giggling and squealing like toddlers do.
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then like two minutes after takeoff, some rando dude screams—at the top of his lungs—“SHUT UP!” …what.
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so everyone goes really quiet while we process what the fuck just happened. i’m in a window seat, but next to a kid so i’m ready to fight.
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once we’ve all processed this, a guy in front of “shut up” guy (we’ll call “shut up” guy Anger) turns around and takes Anger to task.
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Obvi at this point i pull out my phone to start recording, because despite the fact i can’t hear what’s going on, I feel a need to document.
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The flight attendant walks away, and I start tweeting. I’m happy/sad to report this has a happy ending—so far (flight still has 90+ minutes)
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(i mean i’m more happy to report but i know y’all are like 👀) Anyway Angry just bought the guy who took him to task a drink so… good?
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addendum: my seat neighbor just bought me a double scotch so this flight is turning out to be a-ok after all. 🥃🥃
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the flight attendants were chatting while standing in the aisle by me with some charming tidbit i’m gonna go ahead and call gossip.
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apparently both the dudes tried to buy each other drinks but are sitting in premium and therefore have free drinks.
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Anger responds with some “fuck yous” and some “you fucking hick” and other things i couldn’t hear. Then the flight attendant came over.