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On my other thread, a bud here of mine suggested I post whatever other interesting stories I might have about my trip back to NJ. I do have one, though it didn't specifically happen in NJ.
I flew a connector flight scheduled Ontario (CA) to Houston to Newark. It's a longer journey since you're going out/down - out/up. I was trying to save a little money for the trip out and in the end I decided to leave my toddler home with Daddy--a GOOD idea (DH's idea, actually) considering the way my journey turned out! And now for the story...
Ontario to Houston was fine. I mad-dashed for my Houston-Newark connector because I only had twenty minutes between flights. But when I got there, the flight was delayed. That was fine...no biggie. A half hour late lifting off, a half hour late getting to my sister's in Bergen County...didn't seem too traumatic. Finally we lifted off. By the time the flight was almost done, I was pretty tired, some 7 hours in the air. But finally we were approaching Newark...yay!
We approached, and circled. And circled. And circled and...you get the idea. FORTY minutes later, the captain announced that we were running out of fuel and would have to fly to Dulles (in Washington) to refuel! Ughhhhhhhhhh. Whatever...it happens. I mean it was a heavy air traffic day (night) and we couldn't get permission to land and we were running out of gas. We all on the plane pretty much groaned, but what can ya do? Jump off? So we flew into Dulles and circled THERE. Oh my god. People were yelling, "Land the plane!" So that part was kind of funny.
We landed. And sat. And sat. For an hour. And a half. Why? Because of...The Naked Man of Flight 1010.
Apparently, a First Class passenger (remind me never to fly First Class), while we were "parked" at Dulles refueling, started choking. People tried to give him water, but he refused and ran into the airplane bathroom and came out...naked. Entirely, or so they say. I didn't see any of it. I was frantically making calls from my seat with my head between my legs so I could hear, letting my sister and son know how late I might be getting in.
I heard people gasping or laughing or saying "Oh my god!" but as I said, I was busily dialing and explaining. I did see an ambulance pull up, and several police cars. I was like, WHAT the...? Then I saw all the cops running in one direction, toward the nose of the plane. I was in an aisle seat and it happened way up front so a bunch of us didn't see it...but a select, lucky few witnessed the naked man running onto the tarmac and being wrestled butt-nude onto the ground by about a bajillion cops.
They hauled him into the ambulance and who knows, maybe he's still in Washington to this day. (In a strait jacket.) Perhaps they're just now releasing him home. If they are, I'm sure he rented a car this time. I wonder what the fine is for running on the freeway naked?
We FINALLY touched down in Newark three hours late. As we hit the ground, the entire plane burst into applause.
I did...I loved it...once I was on the ground with clothed people I was familiar with, everything went swimmingly, except for the Toll Plaza Troglodyte and the Frowning Starbucks Woman.
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Welcome back to Jerzee...JerZ
Seems like they had a homecoming party planned out for ya..lol
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On my other thread, a bud here of mine suggested I post whatever other interesting stories I might have about my trip back to NJ. I do have one, though it didn't specifically happen in NJ.
I flew a connector flight scheduled Ontario (CA) to Houston to Newark. It's a longer journey since you're going out/down - out/up. I was trying to save a little money for the trip out and in the end I decided to leave my toddler home with Daddy--a GOOD idea (DH's idea, actually) considering the way my journey turned out! And now for the story...
Ontario to Houston was fine. I mad-dashed for my Houston-Newark connector because I only had twenty minutes between flights. But when I got there, the flight was delayed. That was fine...no biggie. A half hour late lifting off, a half hour late getting to my sister's in Bergen County...didn't seem too traumatic. Finally we lifted off. By the time the flight was almost done, I was pretty tired, some 7 hours in the air. But finally we were approaching Newark...yay!
We approached, and circled. And circled. And circled and...you get the idea. FORTY minutes later, the captain announced that we were running out of fuel and would have to fly to Dulles (in Washington) to refuel! Ughhhhhhhhhh. Whatever...it happens. I mean it was a heavy air traffic day (night) and we couldn't get permission to land and we were running out of gas. We all on the plane pretty much groaned, but what can ya do? Jump off? So we flew into Dulles and circled THERE. Oh my god. People were yelling, "Land the plane!" So that part was kind of funny.
We landed. And sat. And sat. For an hour. And a half. Why? Because of...The Naked Man of Flight 1010.
Apparently, a First Class passenger (remind me never to fly First Class), while we were "parked" at Dulles refueling, started choking. People tried to give him water, but he refused and ran into the airplane bathroom and came out...naked. Entirely, or so they say. I didn't see any of it. I was frantically making calls from my seat with my head between my legs so I could hear, letting my sister and son know how late I might be getting in.
I heard people gasping or laughing or saying "Oh my god!" but as I said, I was busily dialing and explaining. I did see an ambulance pull up, and several police cars. I was like, WHAT the...? Then I saw all the cops running in one direction, toward the nose of the plane. I was in an aisle seat and it happened way up front so a bunch of us didn't see it...but a select, lucky few witnessed the naked man running onto the tarmac and being wrestled butt-nude onto the ground by about a bajillion cops.
They hauled him into the ambulance and who knows, maybe he's still in Washington to this day. (In a strait jacket.) Perhaps they're just now releasing him home. If they are, I'm sure he rented a car this time. I wonder what the fine is for running on the freeway naked?
We FINALLY touched down in Newark three hours late. As we hit the ground, the entire plane burst into applause.
Seems like they had a homecoming party planned out for ya..lol
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Seriously! But leave it to me, I managed to miss it anyway. D'oh. I was the cheapie with the non-window seat...all I saw were the cops...and if I wanted to see multiple cops chasing after one insane naked person, I could get that no more than 30 miles away in Hollywood.
Texas (like Florida) isn't the "south"- dontcha know they consider themselves a whole separate country??? lol
Are you sure is wasn't someone who made the same connection you did from Ontario?????
LOL...I knew you were gonna ask that, Bob. Well, if it were me, and I had the clams to drop on a First Class ticket, I probably wouldn't be taking a cheapie connection flight. I'd just fly straight through.
But no, I'm not sure. Who knows...but it was funny, one way or the other!!
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