Fights, Flights, Spooks and Stuff

While I'm on the topic of flying (well, I was, in the previous post, haha!), I thought I'd mention a couple of interesting things that have happened with regards to planes and flights. One time I was sitting in a cramped economy class seat when a steward came up to me and said, "Mr Choo, would you like to be moved up to Business Class? We have a seat available." Of course I did! So up I went, to a more comfortable seat where the stewards and stewardesses know you by name and serve you almost anything you wish! Cooool! Heheh.

Then another time a couple of big Aussie blokes got into a fistfight halfway through the flight. There they were, cussing and pounding each other, when this tiny (tiny!) chinese air stewardess shoved her way between them and somehow managed to pry them apart, screaming, "Sir, please, stop fighting, you have to stop this NOW!" Suffice to say, she succeeded in separating them, and one of them was escorted to another seat. Dunno what the fight was about, but one of the guys said something about "phucking my sister", so I'm thinking that might've had somethin' to do with it. And while they were pummelling each other, an old lady cried, "Boys, for God's sake, we're on a plane!" Heh. The most impressive, of course, was the tiny stewardness who adroitly and bravely dealt with the situation. Well done, you. Whoever you were, back in 1998, on a Malaysia Airlines flight from Sydney to Kuala Lumpur. Yaay, Malaysia Airlines. World's Best Cabin Crew many years in a row now! Woot!

And another time, I was sitting next to this Malay kid and his mom, and the kid looked out the window and cried, "Mak! Mak! Ada hantu!" - which, for you non-Malaysians out there, translates to "Mom! Mom! There's a ghost!" Now, I dunno about you, but I was both amused and unnerved by that. The mom started and hurriedly replied, "Cheh! Mana ada hantu?!" (literally meaning "Cheh! Where is there a ghost?", but more accurately meaning There isn't a ghost!). Funny stuff.

Then there was the time my ride to the airport failed to show up, and I missed the plane back home after a long year in Sydney. That certainly was a blast, calling home at 5Am to tell Mom and Dad that I wouldn't be home because the plane took off without me. Jeez. Then having to wait four freaking hours for the Malaysian Airlines office to open in the airport to see what I could to rectify the situation. Luckily, I managed to get a flight exactly 24 hours later. Strange, that. Some people say I wasn't meant to get onto the plane that day. Hmmmmm.

Thus concludes my airline anecdotes for today! Thanks for reading! :)