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Saturday, November 05, 2005 Every minute thousands upon thousands of people are seated row upon row jetting off to nearby cities, exoctic locales and tropical islands for a multitude of reasons. At any given time the sky is filled with a inumerable number of multi million dollar steel birds. Within these passengers are eating their meals, watching movies, taking in the newspaper or the latest bestseller, catching up with gossip with their friend or family member or making aqquantainces. At 39,000 feet most often, passengers sit back, flight attendants cruise the aisles, galleys and hidden areas of the aircraft and pilots man the controls and perform their duties in their cockpits. Though due to the fact that there is such a mass amount of flying that is yet ever expanding and the fact public fly making it extremely exciting many times. Not all runs like smooth clockwork in the cabins in the clouds. Another major contributing factor is the fact that anyone who can afford a boarding pass to their chosen city can fly. So long as they have the proper documentation and don't pose a security threat to the country they are jetting to. Due to this you get a grand old mixture of people who are CAPTAIN WILDCHILD, super sweet and everything in between! Last year on the 5 hour flight from Vancouver to Toronto returning from contiuing my journey home from Osaka, Japan to Toronto I was standing with another girl who was part of the Japanese exchange that brought me to Japan. We had been waiting in the bathroom area at the back of the plane and badly needed the bathroom. After waiting for over 10 minutes we literally couldn't hold it any longer. The illuminated lock, that lets you know whether someone is using the bathroom booth or not was broken. It was stuck halfway between both occupied and un-occupied. Who could tell? We certainly couldn't and certainly couldn't continue to play the waiting game. We politely knocked and waited. A well groomed young adult peered out the bathroom door. "What the f--- do you f---cking want" he roared. We said "Sorry but we can't tell whether there was someone there or not the door is broken". He slammed the door! Spent another leisurely 5 minutes in there, doing what I don't know. I think he spent so long in there the flushing fumes were getting to his head, perhaps too many beers as well. He roared out again and said "Why the hell were you banging on the door f---, why are you being so rude, god" Just then a flight attendant came back to the bathroom area and asked him to return to his seat. The girl and I took turns and finally got to use the bathroom. An example of the many charachters who crowd the clouds. Buckle in and ENJOY life soaring through the skies! Teague Neal blogged on 7:36 PM
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