I am now officially back in the Holy Land, and hopefully in the next few days I will be resuming my normal updating pattern. I will also update those interested parties in which school I will end up going to in the fall and also I hope to go over my travel journal and write about the various amusing things that happened during my insane trip. Right now, though, I feel a great urge to explain just what sort of horror was vested upon my mother and I on our Delta flight home. You might actually have heard or will hear about this as a small item on the news today.
Our flight left NY late. Ok. Happens. Whatevs. I can deal.
An hour in, there is a slight commotion up front. Flight attendants are dashing up and down the aisles. Plane starts to descend and what looks like liquid is streaming out of the engines on the wings. None of the crew is telling the passengers anything besides to stay in our seats with our seat-belts fastened.
We’re finally told, after some major panic going on inside my rather too broad imagination, that we’re landing in about five minutes due to a “situation” with a passenger. A few minutes later, as an afterthought, we’re told that nothing is wrong with the plane and we can stay calm. Thanks. NOW you’re telling us.
We land. Somewhere. No one’s said what city we’re in. We all believe that a passenger is ill, has had a heart attack, a major allergic reaction, something life threatening. I stop a passing flight attendant and discover that this is not the case. It is some sort of security concern. Some sort of dangerous and destructive behavior. The flight attendant, who seems almost more panicked than the passengers, goes on to say that it is a very big deal.
Once again, fear becomes rampant – terrorist attack! Hijackers! Criminal group! Maybe there are accomplices on the plane! The FBI are involved! Rumors run rampant.
Eventually, and this is about an hour after landing, the co-pilot comes out and we get some real information: a passenger had gotten up from the back of the plane, had walked to the front and to the cockpit door and had begun banging on it, trying to guess the code to get in and punching at the number pad. He was wrestled to the ground by five passengers and was tied up and calmed down. The regulations in this sort of situation dictate that the plane make an emergency landing, which it did. The passenger was taken off in handcuffs, his luggage and handbags were removed, and the local and federal police became involved.
After another two hours or more, it is determined that the man was simply unhinged and having an anxiety attack. He is not connected to any criminal or terrorist groups. All is well, all is safe. A new flight plan is made, the plane is refueled, and we finally are able to head out once more. I must stress, though, that for a while there we were warned that we might all need to get off the plane and there was some indication that there would be an investigation. Apparently the FBI actually was involved, and thus was able to check in their databases that this disruptive passenger was acting alone as they say.
You’d think that once the whole thing was sorted out and we were able to be on our way again, all would be fine and dandy. Ah, if only. It seemed, however, that the fates were determined that my mother and I have the absolute worst travel experience of our lives to date.
During the first part of the flight, and the wait on the ground as well, there was a woman and a man behind us who had been talking non-stop. They were strangers and were having a nice airplane chat. That’s fine. What is NOT fine is that they were doing so in extremely loud voices. Once the flight had resumed, the man was exchanged for some reason with a different one, and again the woman chatted him up. She seemed determined to have as many partners in her bed that night as possible. Or something.
Basically, for the rest of the flight – ten hours and forty-five minutes, in case you were wondering – these two conversed in extremely loud, obnoxious, piercing voices, not even attempting at keeping their conversation private. Thus, I know that She has an Austrian boyfriend. I know He has problems with his girlfriends. I know which movies He and She like. I know that He and She were hitting on each other for half the duration of their in-flight-conversation. I know that She has four really good friends and I know that He wants to travel to South America. I know more about He and She than I know about half my friends. Oh yes, She was also kicking my seat for most of the flight.
So if you hear about an incident on a Delta flight, then know that I was there. And know also that the only thing preventing a second “incident” [namely, me murdering the He and She behind me] was that I really didn’t want the plane to be diverted yet again.
4 thoughts on “Flight From Hell”
hi emily 🙂 i agree we are lucky
argh it’s good to know you’re okay after reading this entry
must have been scarey for you xo
Oh Ilana….I don’t know what to say. I really don’t. I’m so glad you and your mom are safe and home. What a damn drag. I hate to sound flip and I don’t mean it that way but this is why I don’t fly. Not only the idiot who tried breaking down the door but to sit in front of someone like you did…..I can’t even imagine. I’m so glad your safe and I’m really interested and look forward to hearing about what you did while you were here and what school you want to go to.
Joy is far too kind to sound flippant, but I’ll take the baton, if only for a moment . . .
Airline travel, especially of the length you undertook, should have some type of IQ test applied as mandatory prior to ticket purchase. Something bright and reflective should be held up at the ticket counter, and if the response is “Ooooooh, shiny!”, then that person is removed from the passenger manifest. If they’re dressed like they’re shooting for the 30,000 foot Club, they’re summarily ushered out of line and placed on a flight with people of their ilk.
It’s a damn shame that in a country that has come up with air travel, electronic communication, the steam engine, vaccines, and a host of other incredible inventions, we still allow idiots to travel and risk further degradation to the gene pool.
Deep breath . . .
Okay, I feel better now.
Joy – I understand why you don’t fly. I understand it all too well, and especially after this experience!
J.W. – Ah, if only this sort of testing were possible! The airlines would go out of business though, since too many people would be taken out of flights…