And the quote of the day goes to...
Some lady in Alabama, who lent her grace to this sentence: "It only takes one maggot to upset your world."
Simple. Eloquent. True.
So anyway, get this: On Monday a U.S. Airways flight going from Charlotte, N.C., to Alabama had to return to the gate because MAGGOTS were falling from the overhead bin. Turns out somebody had brought a container of rotten meat on the plane, the maggots got out and started falling on the passengers.
I think I speak for everyone when I say, "Ewwwwwwwwww!"
Although, I do have to say that this makes my Monday look fantastic. And I also feel much better about all the lousy plane flights I've survived. Even the one out of Minnesota where I thought the piece of trash was going to fall from the sky because there was so much turbulence. To make matters worse I had a full bladder and no one was allowed to leave their seats. Also, (and I'm not joking about this) I noticed a loose panel behind my head where someone — presumably a staff person — had written "DO NOT TOUCH!!!!" in permanent marker.
Mmmmkay. I'll keep that in mind.
There was also the time that an 80-year-old man and his extremely overweight 40-year-old girlfriend wrenched their seats so far back that they were basically sitting on my husband's and my laps, and proceeded to make out loudly and wetly. His hands were down her pants. His hands were up her shirt. I'm not entirely sure, but I think one of them might be able to claim membership to the Mile High Club on a technicality.
By that point, I had been on a plane or in an airport for 12 hours. I nearly lost it. But then I remembered that screaming bloody murder on a plane is ill-advised these days.
But still. Still. Maggots? Maggots. That beats anything I've got.