It wasn't funny Kerry. At least not at the time. But I suppose it is NOW!
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Can't wait to hear your other travel horror stories, David. :D
I picked smelly food because I usually want some of it.
The most annoying flight I ever had was a USAir flight
to Pittsburgh. About halfway into the flight a really old
dude could not help it and he shit in his seat and sat there.
I was able to handle it till suddenly about 10 people pulled
out all types of perfumes and spritzers to cover them smell.
The combined spritzer smell which was supposed to help
almost made me upchuck worse than the poop.
TampaTalon^">
I picked smelly food because I usually want some of it.
The most annoying flight I ever had was a USAir flight
to Pittsburgh. About halfway into the flight a really old
dude could not help it and he shit in his seat and sat there.
I was able to handle it till suddenly about 10 people pulled
out all types of perfumes and spritzers to cover them smell.
The combined spritzer smell which was supposed to help
almost made me upchuck worse than the poop.
TampaTalon^">
Travel tip: It's time to stop air travel when you can't hold your poop!
Ewwwwwwww.....poor you!!
Travel tip: It's time to stop air travel when you can't hold your poop!
Ewwwwwwww.....poor you!!
K, didn't you once tell me a very funny name you had for the rigors of traveling with children?
Flightmare.
Flightmare.I have always wondered if people traveling with children notice that people try to not sit close to them etc?
When my sons were 1 and 2 we went to the Virgin Islands. It required an all-day, several-legged flight. We made it, but I so dreaded the return trip that I was tempted to call home and have them sell all our stuff and we'd just settle there in idyllic St. John (I was tempted to do this for other reasons, as well).
I have always wondered if people traveling with children notice that people try to not sit close to them etc?
I always try to be descrete with my childrenphobia ;D when traveling, but I somtimes wonder if they notice anyways :P
I have always wondered if people traveling with children notice that people try to not sit close to them etc?
I always try to be descrete with my childrenphobia ;D when traveling, but I somtimes wonder if they notice anyways :P
Children can be obnoxious on a plane (or in a restaurant or movie theater) -- that's all there is to it. People who have kids and travel mostly realize this, but can't help it. If you can't fix it, you just gotta stand it.
Before I had a child, I didn't understand why parents didn't control their kids better. Now I know there is only so much control one can have in the moment short of removing the kid from the situation, especially if the kid is stressed out, like during travel.
And if a baby is crying on a plane, it's probably because its tiny little eustachian tubes hurt unbearably, and doesn't have the capacity to understand that crying makes it all the worse. That is one of the things I taught Mini-Meno as early as she could understand - crying on airplane makes your ears hurt worse. She understood that by the time she was two and a half or so.
One tip is to fly first class.
not only would this change the sound of the fart to a pleasant tune, it would change the scent to something pleasant. Together, we decided the name should be "anal aromas", and pictured a conversation like this:
Man 1: "Excuse me, is that "Ode to Joy" coming out of your pants?"
Man 2: "Yes, it's my 'Anal Aroma'."
Man 1: "Oh, of course. I see you have cinimon apple scented in today."
Man 2: "Yes I do!"
Man 1: "Ah, I'm wearing 'New Car Interior'."
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Before I had a child, I didn't understand why parents didn't control their kids better. Now I know there is only so much control one can have in the moment short of removing the kid from the situation, especially if the kid is stressed out, like during travel.
In a restaurant, I have always taken my child right out when she's acted up, and wouldn't stop within a few seconds. But in an airplane, what can you do? We're all stuck. Luckily, she's reached the age of a little reason. But dang those earliest years were a challenge. Everybody hates being cooped up, but for a little kid, it can feel intolerable. And unlike delalluvia, who showed great coping skills by turning to the window, breathing fresh air, with eyes closed, a little kid doesn't know how to endure stuff. And if a baby is crying on a plane, it's probably because its tiny little eustachian tubes hurt unbearably, and doesn't have the capacity to understand that crying makes it all the worse. That is one of the things I taught Mini-Meno as early as she could understand - crying on airplane makes your ears hurt worse. She understood that by the time she was two and a half or so.
As for teenagers, sure, enjoy your first flight, but c'mon kids, seeing as it's a red-eye, Cellar the flight attendant should've come to ask them to be quiet in consideration of their fellow passengers. I was asked to turn off my reading light once. Me, sleep on a plane?!?! :o
well, I guess they gave tooo much leeway since they were on their first flight. ::)
Oh my. I'm laughing at all the stories :laugh:
Though I wouldn't want to live through most of them.
I think I don't have a single unpleasant travel story, but dozens of happy ones. Last year, on my flight home from the Brokeback BBQ in Estes Park, I was caught for a full extra day in Philadelphia. I had really bad Brokie withdrawl, I missed the Brokies so much. But at the end of the flight to Philadelphia, when it was clear that we wouldn't reach our connecting flights, the girl next to me and I got into talkin 'n all. Later a young man joined us and we three stayed together the next one and a half days. We chatted in the bar of our hotel till the wee hours of morning, then met again for breakfast the next day and just stuck together. Luckily, on our flight to Frankfurt, the seat next to him was empty so he and I spend nine more hours together (the girl flew to another destination).
You wouldn't believe how much fun one can have waiting for five hours in an airport terminal :laugh:.
So my nomination for most annoying airline habit is the same as before the baggage restrictions: folks who make everyone behind them wait while they try and jam their "carry-on" the size of a rhiniceros into the overhead bin,
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...girls with long hair or ponytails who are sitting in front of you and continuously flip their hair over the back of their seat into your face. The action is repeated nearly every 3-4 minutes like a nervous habit. If scissors were only allowed on board! ;)
I don't even like it when people in front of me recline their seats the whole way back. I know they're fully entitled to do so, but I don't like it, and I avoid doing it myself. The way planes pack the passengers in these days, a reclined seat can be really intrusive.
I had more than Lureen's Thanksgiving Day smile when the conductor moved her scrawny ass out of there, pronto.
Somehow, this seemed more gross than even the farting, throw-up and excrement posts to me, and when I read your post, I suddenly started sneezing!!
Years ago, when I lived on Sydney's Northern Beaches and worked in the city, I used to get the 190 bus to and from work every day. The 190 bus route runs from Sydney to Palm Beach (where the TV soap "Home & Away" is filmed) - a two-hour bus trip back then. I joined the journey at Narrabeen, about half-way along the route, meaning it was still a one-hour journey for me, each way, every day. The buses were very crowded in peak-hour. I sometimes had to stand all the way. If I managed to get a seat, it was usually on the aisle and I often ended-up with someone's butt-cleavage clamped to my bony shoulder for support. :o Sometimes it was quite pleasant to have a cute guy perching on my shoulder ;) but mostly it was not nice at all. :-\
Such a great thread......Im sure a lot of these things mentioned on here were quite traumatic when they were happening, but after the event they certainly are funny to read about.
I dont travel a lot, but on a flight last year from my home town to Sydney, an hour and twenty minute flight, I had a dad and his two little kids in the row behind me.
I went through the little feet kicking my back seat for a while, but then an hour into the trip, one of the little ones started crying, he was about 2yrs old. It was a sobbing cry, and he obviously was not very happy. Although it was annoying, I still felt sympathy for both the dad and the child.
Anyway, we landed, got our overhead luggage, and stood out in the aisle waiting to depart the plane....and the dad was in front of me, and he had picked up the little sad child and held him so his head rested on his shoulder. Then it happened.......a missile of vomit sprayed from the kids mouth all down the back of his father's shirt and me being close behind, copped little sprays of it myself.
The poor dad, and that poor little child, was obviously feeling sick for half of that flight. The father was embarrassed and so appologetic to me.
I just said.......take care of the little one, I will be home soon, what little had sprayed on me, would be in the wash before long anyway.
I always sympathise with people who have little ones on a plane, it cannot be easy for them or the child.
I know they can be annoying, to other passengers,but the poor litle child, is in a strange and unnatural envioronment, surrounded by crowds of strangers, not to mention, having their ears blocked up, and maybe feeling some motion sickness, with no where to go and unable to stop until we land. It must be terrifying to them if they dont do it often.
Teenagers, on the other hand, as Chucky experienced, well they should have shown a bit more respect to their fellow passengers and realized its just not all about them, and have their bit of fun, but settled down and shown a bit of dignity and thougt for the others on the plane.
I guess when there are so many people of all ages crammed into that big sardine can, we call an aeorplane, that we really do see how tolerant we can be to others as well as how curteous we can be also.
We did all of our interstate travelling, when our kids were little, by car.....I would like a dollar for everytime we threatened, "if you dont behave, we will put you out and make you walk"......
'Nother annoying habit...leaving your alarm clock set. When bedding down in a hotel room, make sure your alarm clock is not set for some god-awful hour. I've been woken up by an alarm going off in the (empty) next room very early in the a.m. in two places: Pagosa Springs, Colorado, and Manhattan, New York. I tell you, that was a GDBOAUS!!
I really do wonder if the variation in preferred cell phone etiquette is a generational thing. My niece in her mid-20s will answer her phone sitting in my living room and just start talking with no "excuse me" to me and others sitting there, and no attempt at a short conversation. Suddenly this invisible, inaudible person has joined our conversation, and we, the people actually in the room with her, usually wind up being the ones who politely shut down. I've wanted to talk to her about this behavior and how much I hate it for years, but don't trust I'll be pleasant about it, so haven't said anything yet.
I thought I was the only one who thought talking on the phone while in company of someone else is rude.This is something that bothers me a lot. It is disrespectful and I always wonder why the person who calls is suddenly more important!
I got one for you, come across it at an airport though I guess it could happen anywhere: I walk into the restroom and hear this dude yappin on the phone and "taking care of business" simaltaneously. I know this because every now and then he would flush and carry on talking like it was no big thing. Makes you never want to tiouch anyone else's PDA or phone.
Thought it was a new low for the multitasking society, but according to a female freind who was there when I mentioned this later, totally agahast, said oh, it happens all the time in womens restrooms as the girls spend more time in the stalls.
Dont know about you folks but as someone who is not too comfortable going "#1" in public, dont know what'd it do to my plumbing if I was already in a position of needing to use a public facility for the serious business, and along comes some guy, plops down on the throne and then gets on the horn with his buds on top it it. Think it'd be a week before I could unclench.
I got one for you, come across it at an airport though I guess it could happen anywhere: I walk into the restroom and hear this dude yappin on the phone and "taking care of business" simaltaneously. I know this because every now and then he would flush and carry on talking like it was no big thing. Makes you never want to tiouch anyone else's PDA or phone.
. . . dont know what'd it do to my plumbing if I was already in a position of needing to use a public facility for the serious business, and along comes some guy, plops down on the throne and then gets on the horn with his buds on top it it. Think it'd be a week before I could unclench.
I got one for you, come across it at an airport though I guess it could happen anywhere: I walk into the restroom and hear this dude yappin on the phone and "taking care of business" simaltaneously. I know this because every now and then he would flush and carry on talking like it was no big thing. Makes you never want to tiouch anyone else's PDA or phone.
My niece in her mid-20s will answer her phone sitting in my living room and just start talking with no "excuse me" to me and others sitting there, and no attempt at a short conversation. Suddenly this invisible, inaudible person has joined our conversation, and we, the people actually in the room with her, usually wind up being the ones who politely shut down.
I've wanted to talk to her about this behavior and how much I hate it for years, but don't trust I'll be pleasant about it, so haven't said anything yet.
God! Any Borders Ive been to are always really noisy - what a dick.
Here's a tale from the other side of a public-cell-phone-use conflict. About a year ago, I was in Border's bookstore when my brother called. In retrospect, I should have just asked to call him back, but I figured we could be done fairly quickly. Frankly, I hate having people call me on my cell phone, I hate even talking on the damn thing under any circumstances, and I just wanted to get it over with. I couldn't leave the store, because I'd already picked out a pile of books and, as it was, clerks kept attempting to reshelve them every time I turned my head.
So I took my books and moved over into the otherwise empty gift-card/picture-frame area -- about 10 feet from the nearest bookshelves -- and tried to speak in hushed tones. My bro had called about some stuff involving our mom, who was ailing (this was a few months before she died), including health-care and banking issues.
A few minutes in, I noticed this guy crouched over by a bookshelf, as I said about 10 feet away, giving me dirty looks. I lowered my voice further, turned and moved in the opposite direction. Then, a couple of minutes later, the guy suddenly loomed up about a foot in front of my face, and started loudly proclaiming in a sarcastic way: "Oh, gee, we're all just so interested in your bank accounts and all that stuff, so why don't you just tell us all about it and disturb everybody in the store while you're at it, and blah blah blah ..." He was talking really loud, right in my face, making it impossible to continue my conversation with my brother, though I could hear him on the other end laughing hysterically.
Finally, I managed to end the conversation with my brother. The guy meanwhile drifted away to the center of the store, and was examining a table of books. I went up to him and said, "You know, I'm sorry if my call disturbed you. But it was my brother, and he was calling to tell me some things about our mother, who is dying, so --" And he interrupted, "Oh, isn't that too bad? Well, gee, I have my problems too, but that doesn't mean I can just go into a bookstore and bother everybody in the place and blah blah blah ..."
I just looked at him and said, "You know what? You're a jerk," then turned and walked away.
So he literally YELLS after me, "Oh, isn't it nice to just walk away when you can't think of anything more to say blah blah blah ..." his voice echoing throughout the store.
I was kind of shaken, but afterward I had to agree with my brother that it was funny and ironic, especially the part about him shouting after me at the end. I'm sure the guy had been waiting for years for that kind of opportunity. And I have no doubt he wound up much more frustrated by the encounter than I was.
I haven't had a cell-phone conversation in a book store since then. But oddly, I have on at least two occasions heard other people talking on their cell phones in book stores -- including right among the book shelves. In both cases, I'm pretty sure I would have hardly noticed them at all if not for my previous experience, and neither one particularly bothered me. When I heard them, I just smiled.
Quite frankly I couldn't care less if someone is talking on the cell phone within earshot of me. It's really no different than two people talking to each other in conversation except in this case somebody is talking into a phone. Big deal.I agree. I have a freind who has that weakness. When he pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts talking, then we "dangling" friends start whispering together and concocting fun things to do, and then, if the phone conversation is protracted, the two of us go off together and leave him talking on the phone! That'll teach him!!
I DO find it rude though in those situations like the one Clarissa described - when someone in my group suddenly starts talking on their phone and everyone else is expected to remain quiet until the phone call is terminated.
These dam dang fangled things, they do create problems, thats for sure, and cause people who usually are not rude or ignorent to be so.
Oh Kerry, that reminds me of a story of a woman I used to work with......
SHE fell asleep on a communter train one time, and woke up on someone's shoulder......
She woke up with a startle and apologised to the bloke, and then saw that she had dribbled on his suit....
She never travelled in that same train carriage again.
Really!
I agree with Kelda. Border's is not a library. It's a bookstore! A book STORE! People talk in the bookstores around here all the time. But maybe that's because this is the Midwest, and Midwesterners love to talk a lot! ;)
My boyfriend and I were in a Borders cafe once, talking about anything/everything and we got shushed by some woman. Apparently people are 'reading' and 'studying' in the cafe (the Borders was about a half-mile from a college) and we needed to be courteous. ???
I thought it was just a store and a store cafe to boot.
Oh Kerry, that reminds me of a story of a woman I used to work with......Oh thats sooo funny!!
SHE fell asleep on a communter train one time, and woke up on someone's shoulder......
She woke up with a startle and apologised to the bloke, and then saw that she had dribbled on his suit....
She never travelled in that same train carriage again.
With regard to breaking wind when in the air, well its all got to do with altitude and pressurisation all which affects the gut, that and the fact you are sitting in cramped up position for goodness knows how long. No easy solution, visit the restroom or try doing some stretching exercises can help and never ever under any circumstances eat beans.
Oh thats sooo funny!!
If flying and the opportunity presents its self I'll try and grab 40 winks if I am seated away from co-workers in case my mouth is open wide enough to catch flies or snore or do anything else which would embarrass me.
With regard to breaking wind when in the air, well its all got to do with altitude and pressurisation all which affects the gut, that and the fact you are sitting in cramped up position for goodness knows how long. No easy solution, visit the restroom or try doing some stretching exercises can help and never ever under any circumstances eat beans.
I have NEVER been to a toilet on a plane.......
Most of my air trips are only an hour and a half, the longest one was four or five hours.
I'm not getting my arse sucked out of no plane, thats for sure..... ::) ::)
I'm not getting my arse sucked out of no plane, thats for sure..... ::) ::)
I haven't used one since getting locked in one several years ago. Somehow the locked jammed and the door wouldn't open back up. It was a real big to do, with lots of people standing on the other side trying to figure out how to take the lock off, or flip it back up, whatever. ::)
When they finally got me out, I sat embarrassed in my seat until we landed.
Never again! Never! >:(
I only went in there to PEE for god sakes!
I haven't used one since getting locked in one several years ago. Somehow the locked jammed and the door wouldn't open back up. It was a real big to do, with lots of people standing on the other side trying to figure out how to take the lock off, or flip it back up, whatever. ::)
When they finally got me out, I sat embarrassed in my seat until we landed.
Never again! Never! >:(
I only went in there to PEE for god sakes!
And you and your shy bladder too, David.......OMG.........but its hard to not laugh..... :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
I know it! It's kind of funny now, but it sure wasn't then. And I had to sit down to pee too, because of all the turbulence. Thank God I didn't flush the toilet while I was sitting on it! :laugh:
Thanks for posting that article Katherine. I'm assuming it is sattire. Correct?
Popular Urban Legends About Travel
An airline passenger goes into an airplane bathroom, sits down on the toilet, flushes it, and the toilet's suction keeps him/her stuck tightly to the toilet seat.
The Airplane Toilet Seat
This tall tale came from an actual 2002 Reuters news story that claimed a female passenger had filed a complaint about the bathroom onboard a Scandinavian Airlines flight. In truth, the "story" came from a real-life training exercise for airline staff. There was no actual passenger stuck on a toilet seat.
And just for professional and phycological analysis........was that BEFORE or AFTER your bladder got shy???
Phooey........I still wouldnt risk it......would you??....(behind (excuse the pun) every urban legend or rumour, there is always a bit of truth)
Phooey........I still wouldnt risk it......would you??....
Phooey........I still wouldnt risk it......would you??....(behind (excuse the pun) every urban legend or rumour, there is always a bit of truth)
It does have a ring (groan!) of truth to it. Every now and then, there are stories in the media, here in Australia (you'll be able to attest to this, Sue) about small children being disemboweled when they sit on the filter in their backyard swimming pool. Haven't heard about any such incidents for some years now. The manufacturers have probably put mesh covers of them. At one time there, not a summer would go by without the story emerging of a toddler being killed in this dreadfully gruesome manner. :(
That is horrible! Do you think it ever really happened? Or is it an urband legend?
I fell for one of those urban legends just the other day.
But something like that COULD happen if the suction was far too strong. Let's hope it never happened.
Alas, the stories about toddlers being disemboweled in backyard swimming pools are very definitely and sadly true, David. They are not urban myths. There were quite a few such deaths here in Australia some years ago. Reported widely in the legitimate media. Haven't heard of such an incident for some years now, I presume because the filter manufacturers have rectified the problem.
Alas, the stories about toddlers being disemboweled in backyard swimming pools are very definitely and sadly true, David. They are not urban myths. There were quite a few such deaths here in Australia some years ago. Reported widely in the legitimate media. Haven't heard of such an incident for some years now, I presume because the filter manufacturers have rectified the problem.
They haven't. A little girl died here in Minnesota last year after being disemboweled in a public pool.
Unbelievable, considering the problem has happened a number of times. You would think that manufacturers would realize there's a problem and fix it. But they haven't.
Oh gads David. That was hysterical...sorry. I needed that today. Dont mean to make fun at your expense, but I promise to
trade you the favor some time... :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Don't like hot tubs. Feel like I'm bein' boiled alive when I get into one. :(
Just add diced carrots and potatoes! ;D
Alas, the stories about toddlers being disemboweled in backyard swimming pools are very definitely and sadly true, David. They are not urban myths. There were quite a few such deaths here in Australia some years ago. Reported widely in the legitimate media. Haven't heard of such an incident for some years now, I presume because the filter manufacturers have rectified the problem.
Don't like hot tubs. Feel like I'm bein' boiled alive when I get into one. :(
Just add diced carrots and potatoes! ;D
We call them "spas" here, they are the same thing, but over here in Oz, we usually have the water on cool temperature.
We have one, and we use it at least once or twice a day in summer. Very refreshing.......and stimulating.......
9quoted)By federal law all public swimming pools and hot tubs must shut down after Friday if they don't have new, safer, drain covers installed.
The new requirements involve what are known as "anti-drowning covers" that are designed to keep people from getting sucked onto drains and held under water. "It's kind of putting the cart before the horse."
I was waiting for a flight last week (and every week since Jan 1, by the by!) when a man removed his flip flops and proceded to clip his toe nails right there in the lounge area. It was obvious to me that others were as deeply annoyed as I was.
It causes me to wonder 'do people like that simply have no clue or are they just utterly inconsiderate?'
true enough. You could tell that everyone in the boarding area was praying this pig was not sitting next to them. :P
I was waiting for a flight last week (and every week since Jan 1, by the by!) when a man removed his flip flops and proceded to clip his toe nails right there in the lounge area. It was obvious to me that others were as deeply annoyed as I was.
It causes me to wonder 'do people like that simply have no clue or are they just utterly inconsiderate?'
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Oh my.....that's a first, but I'm not shocked by it.
I remember one time I was AT WORK in the bank, and needed to see one of the lenders. His office door was opened, so I walked in.
I stepped into his office to find his bare feet on his desk, and he was clipping and cleaning his toenails.
:o
I gave him his paperwork, and walked out as quickly as I could.
I would have had a difficult time erasing that vision from my mind. Did you manage to keep your dinner down that night? :P
What's so nauseating about clipping one's toenails?
Now, if he'd been chewing his toenails. ... :P :-X
Off topic a bit, but when I worked as a clinical chemist, I was running the diabetic clinic one afternoon. The next patient blew his nose into his hand and then offered me the same hand to do the thumb prick on. GROSS I could not conceal my disgust and gave him several antiseptic wipes.
Actually I could start a whole thread on the gross things in hospital life.!!!
The poll, all annoy me, but seat recliners are the limit. I normally slide down in my seat and shove my knees into their back.If that does not work I slam the table up and down.Most normally get the drift.
This thread has turned into: how gross can people get, or be. SO DISGUSTING. Each one worse than the last.
And yet it remains funny! :laugh:
I can't stay away from it. Every time someone posts in here I look! :D
Here's an irony. Oftentimes when you go to a restaurant that has large portions (such as a buffet) you're given tiny little plates to put the food on, whereas when you go to a fine restaurant with high prices, they present you with a dish as big as a serving platter, with a few small pieces of food artfully arranged in the middle. Strange.