Originally Posted by
Mink
Last night, SWA flight SMF - LAX, deadheading or commuting pilot, proudly sporting his "ALPA" lanyard and his white shirt minus epaulets (clever disguise - nobody would guess you're a pilot), packed plane, only a few middle seats left, one of them happens to be next to him but it's "taken" by his overcoat, man purse, and other assorted crap. I ask, "Mind if I grab that seat?" He looks up with a "really...?" expression. Yeah, really. He slowly moves his stuff. So slowly, in fact, that I tell him, "Ya know what? Never mind." I head aft to find a different one.
No wonder the public hates airline pilots.
Happy Holidays, buddy.
I hate DH'ng. I had a window seat last night (better than middle) and a beach ball shaped woman sat in the middle seat. She was overflowing past the arm rest. She wanted to raise the arm rest but I wouldn't let her. 3 hours of barely being able to move my left arm. Oh how I hate DH'ng.