I was traveling home from Europe after six months on a cruise ship, just getting settled on my third flight of the day in Chicago bound for Toronto. There was a line-up to takeoff so we had been sitting on the tarmac for about 20 minutes when I started to fall asleep.
Finally our time came and the pilot hit the brakes during our final turn onto the runway. When he applied the brakes there was a very loud squeal that in my exhausted state fooled me into thinking I was hearing loud feedback.
Instinctively I flung my hands forward to grab the offending channel on my “upright table tray mixer” and double punched the seat in front of me, startling about the man in that seat, as well as the people on either side of me.
The looks on the faces of my neighbors and the angry man in front of me were really embarrassing to say the least. There was nothing I could say to stop them from giving me the occasional “I’m watching you, Crazy Man!” stares for the rest of the flight. Next time I’m asking for a direct flight.
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