This past weekend, I flew to Orange County for a surprise birthday party. I know what y’all are thinking – “didn’t you just go?” Yeah, I did. I’m quite the baller.
My flight Saturday morning was supposed to be relatively easy. I mean, it’s just an hour flight. However, it was quite the opposite. There seemed to be a good amount of turbulence for such a flight. Also, it really seemed at one point that the handles slipped out of the pilot’s grasp for a moment. I was staring out the window, gazing at the wing, when the the plane dipped to the side. It wasn’t the slight rockiness of turbulence folks but a more than obvious dip of the plane that you just knew wasn’t supposed to happen.
As I witnessed the wing dip, I exclaimed “Holy sh-” and turned to see the reaction of others on the plane. Weirdly enough, there was no reaction. I was the only one who seemed to notice the plane tip and quickly straighten, almost as if the pilot had lost control for a second.
Needless to say, I was convinced the pilot was drunk and/or on drugs, especially since this came after a crazy liftoff from SJC and greater than normal turbulence.
I wanted to go into the cockpit on my way out with a “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” but suppressed the urge.
My return flight couldn’t have been better although I did have a faint sense of unease . . .
I reached my terminal when boarding had already commenced and therefore, my group was already called. As I made my way back to aisle 30, I found that someone was in my seat. I double checked my boarding pass – 30F. I wasn’t mistaken. A nearby flight attendant asked the guy what seat was on his boarding pass. “30F,” he replied. He checked his boarding pass and let out a sigh “31F.” As he started to unbuckle his seatbelt, the flight attendant made the suggestion that I just take 31 F since he was already situated in that seat. “Good idea,” I said and settled into 31F.
I couldn’t then help thinking of scenarios where the fact that I switched seats made a difference.
Hmm. . . I was going to type out what was in my head at the time, but I think I’ll spare everyone the morbid details (trust me, they were morbid).
Moral of the story, the weirdest plane experiences I’ve had were this past weekend.