Monday, February 15, 2010

Memoir Monday: How American Tried To Ruin My Trip.

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I really don't like American Airlines.

This hasn't always been the case, and truth be told, wasn't even the case when I took off from Tulsa. Although it sort of blossomed there. Let's go back to the beginning...

It was Tuesday morning. Our flight was a 9:45 in the morning and I didn't want to be late. We left our house at 8 to make the hour drive to the airport. When we got there we were met by a sweet little old lady that was around 237 years old. I don't remember her name, but she had a voice that you'd want in your head all the time.

"Let's just go right over here, guys. Okay, we're just gonna slide this card right in here...okay, now see? It's not charging you anything at all, no it's not. It's just checkin to see who you are. That's right. See? Yeah, just finding out who you are. Is this you, Alicia? Well isn't that just a pretty name? And are you Travis? Yes you are. So we're just going to push a few more buttons...and there you go! Look at you! All booked up! How easy was that? Yes it was."

I'm pretty sure she scratched my head and kissed me on the cheek. I loved that lady.

However, that was the last nice person we met.

Enter airport security.

Yeah. I haven't flown since the 9/11. I've heard all the jokes about security, but I just thought maybe they were exaggerations. I was wrong.

We just tried to do what everyone else did, but for me, that wasn't good enough. I left my cell phone strapped to my belt and my money clip in my pocket.

I beeped.

"Do you have any metal on your person?"
"Umm... Yes?"
"Is that a cell phone?"
(shakes head) "Sir, you ought to know you can can't carry that through a metal detector. And a money clip? Sir."
"Can we please take it easy on the people who haven't flown before?"

At this point, a line started to form behind me, and I'm pretty sure I saw the glint of a sniper scope in a birds nest ready to take my head off, so I quit my bitching, stripped balls naked and did the helicopter with my cash and prizes through the detector.

Okay, not really.

We were seated together for our 2 flights to New York. I gave her both the window seats on the way, so that I could get them on the way back, not knowing what would happen...

The seats on airplanes are really small. I will use a quote from Family Guy about "Anal Point" as a reference. "It's like a really small parking space. At first you think there is no way you'll get in, but then you tuck in the side mirrors, and whadda ya know, you're in there."

I got the buckle on in my first 2 flights with some trouble, but not much.

We landed in New York, and the trip happened, which is another blog for another day. Then we got snowed in a day. So our flight (and EVERYONE ELSE'S EVER) were switched to Thursday out of Newark, NJ airport.

That flight was headed to a layover in Chicago, and I got a window seat.


Since there were so many people, we wound up getting this response to what turned out wasn't actually a ticket in our hand.

"Folks, you're promised a spot on the plane, but only if there aren't enough people on it already and only if that guy over there by the window comes up to me and tells me that a pink cow has just wandered across the tarmac carrying a suitcase full of oranges and wanting a connecting flight to Montana."

Um. Yeah.

It wasn't that bad. But it was pretty close. I'll spare you the details of the wait, but I had a long talk with Ginger Mandy while I was there. If you don't read her blog, you should. (shameless blog plug, FTW!)

I also tried to purchase a t-shirt to wear home because I was wearing a hoodie with a sleeveless shirt under it. At the place of business I was in, I said, "Do y'all have anything bigger than an XL?" The attendant said, "No." And I said, "Do y'all not get many fat people through Jersey?" The room went completely quiet. So yeah. I guess being husky isn't allowed in the Newark airport. And while it may be tolerated, jokes about it certainly aren't.

Since EVERYONE AND THEIR FUCKING MOTHER is utilizing carry-on space now, and since we were in GROUP FUCKING SIX and pretty much the last people on the plane, it so happened that they ran out of carry on space, and we had to check our bag. I was furious, but what can you do?

We got on seats near the front of the coach section, close enough to smell what first class was getting to eat, which pissed me off. I also couldn't get my seatbelt buckled on this plane. Which adds credit to my theory that they don't like fatties in Jersey. I tried for 20 minutes to get the flight attendant's attention, but she was up front suckin off the first class people. I finally got the extender, (heh) and I calmed down a bit.

Then we just sat there.

And we sat there.

And we were just sitting there and I was starting to get the swamp thighs because I have husky thighs and they don't like to be stuck together for that long because they start to sweat and make my balls feel like they're in a humidifier and that's no good for anyone.

Then the captain comes on.

"Folks, this is your captain and I just want to say that we are currently waiting on the catering for this flight. It was supposed to be catered in Chicago, but it has to be done here. I know that currently one of our fat coach passengers is suffering a case of sweaty balls, and I'd just like you to all join me in making fun of him for being fat and asking for the seatbelt extender."

Cue laughter.

Not really, but he did say the part about the catering. We were waiting on the damn FOOD. My thing is, if I'm the fattest person on the plane, and I can go 2 hours without cramming food down my gullet, then you can too. That's real.

Finally we took off, and get to Chicago without incident. We go through a similar ticket experience. We find out that we aren't sitting together, which upsets me, but then The Missus pulls off the best bullshit she has EVER done.

"What seat do you want?"
"Well, I want the window seat. You owe me."
"Okay." (pretends to do some calculating) "They're both window seats."
"That's fine, just pick one and I'll take the other."
"Okay, I want this one because it will board quicker."

She boards the plane.

Then I board the plane.

As I am walking to my seat, I look up at the chart, and I find out that my seat is NOT a window seat.

That's okay, because it's an aisle seat.



So of course I start wondering what the people in the seats beside me will think about a 350 pound guy sitting  next to them. As it turns out, that should have been the least of my worries. You see, the man to my left weighed about 350 pounds, and the man to my right probably tipped the scale at about the 300 mark.

Did you read that?

That's 1000 pounds of man in one row.

Have you ever driven a car that's really needing alignment, and you almost have to keep the wheel turned the whole time you're driving so that it keeps the car going straight?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's what the captain had to do to balance us out THE ENTIRE FLIGHT.

I plopped down between those two fatties, and we formed a super suction seating arrangement that allowed me to not even have to fasten my seat belt. If that plane had crashed, our row would have been the safest one on the plane. The g forces required to suck me out of that spot cannot be calculated even by the smartest of computers. It was the safest I'd felt the entire trip.

The Missus? She was in a window seat at the back of plane chatting it up with a Chapel Hill fan.

I pulled out my iPod to try to make the trip go by faster, but lo and behold, the guy to my left wanted to chat it up about everything from what I did for a living, to what I was doing in New York, to how my dad died. Seriously. I'm going to let everyone here know what the etiquette is when someone behind you puts on a pair of headphones.

You ready?


There. You're all caught up, and now you know why I hate American Airlines.

Other Non-Squished Flights Down Memory Lane: (GO READ THEM!)

Bambi's Memoir Monday: And This Is Your Name?

BigSis' Memoir Monday: Old And Dried Up? Not Yet!

Greg's Memoir Monday: At The Train Station.

Corrie's Memoir Monday: The Unimaginable Happened.

Josh's Memoir Monday: Inked.

Daffy's Memoir Monday: If You Can't Take The Heat, Get Outta The Kitchen.

Kat's Memoir Monday: Memories.

Kate's Memoir Monday: Busted. (again)

Juicebox's Memoir Monday: Old School Style.

LB's Memoir Monday: More Mardi Gras Mayhem.

Scribe's Memoir Monday: Welcome To The Chop Shop.


  1. Flying is never a fun experience. Glad you made it there and back, even if it was miserable...which is par for the course. Flying = Misery

  2. How do I link up! I did a Monday Memoir...and I love yours! I read them all the time! :)

  3. Welcome to the friendly skies...they suck.

  4. That's 1000 pounds of man in one row

    That sentence is right on so many levels, you just don't know.

  5. I hate flying.


    And NO NJ has NO sense of humor!! The RUDEST BY FAR airport I have ever had the displeasure of being in. Geez...I laughed out loud. Maybe you shoulda made a Jersey Shore reference or something.

    I would seriously (and have) threaten puke on a body if they made me sit in the middle seat on the airplane. I'd have to go all spastic and let them know how it makes me feel claustrophobic and gives me anxiety which makes me talk reallyfastinareallyhighpitchedvoiceforhoursonenduntilIactually either pass out from the lack of oxygen or start hyperventilating which always then leads to puking.

    Usually it works.

    Haven't flown in years though.

  6. Oh, Travis, Travis, Travis...I used to work for an airline. If there is a hell and I end up going to it, I fully expect my burning eternity to involve working behind a ticket counter after three oversold flights have canceled. I wrote some horror stories awhile back about the job:

  7. You are so funny! Seriously, I needed a good laugh! Now I can't stop saying "Schwetty Balls" hehe

  8. TravyG it ain't that bad. Silent Bob got kicked off a Southwest flight for being too fat. Seriously!

    It's all the airlines! :D

    I hate flying too! Hate it. Of all of the airlines AirTran seems to be the nicest bunch of people.

  9. Oh, yeah...I've got an MM post for you today!

  10. LOL!
    I travel a lot because of my husband. Sometimes, I get to go on his work trips.
    I hate every single airline nowadays. They all suck. I will be flying in April with a baby. I'm very very nervous about it.

  11. I'm not allowed to say anything disparaging about American Airlines since my uncle works for them.

    Too bad.

  12. I have never been on a plane, and plan on never being on one. Which makes me sad cause I some day would like to go to Italy. But looks like I'll just have to go via the internet.

  13. Look at it this way, man: you could have gotten the Kevin Smith treatment.

    That's doubly appropriate, because he's fat AND from New Jersey.

  14. I was going to suggest flying Southwest (which is what I typically fly) but they are the ones who decided to be assholes and kick off Kevin Smith for being too fat.

  15. I have nothing clever to say....but I wanted to tell you that I laughed repeatedly though this one!

    Oh T, you and your stories!


  16. Sorry Travis about your sucky flying experience but at least you gave us all a good laugh.

  17. That's 1000 pounds of man in one row.

    LMFAO! Oh my god. this was about the funniest thing I have read in a long time.

    thank you for a monday morning guffaw. I loved it, and I'm sorry you have sweaty balls. Really.

  18. Oh, sorry so late... I've posted my memoirs. You've been warned, though. They pale in comparison.

  19. I'm wiping the tears from my eyes, and I'm pretty sure I peed my pants!

    Trav-O! You rock my world, man. Thanks for the laugh. The Xanax is starting to wear off.

  20. Look on the bright side; you got one hilarious post out of the ordeal.

    You hadn't flown since 2001? Oh, you should've taken a class or something. I am flying in 2 weeks and the panic attack is setting in early after this post.


  21. Ok that was just beautiful and painful but also hilarious and I think you can really monopolize on the Kevin Smith thing here. I feel ya though... I used to be quite big and even though I'm much smaller, I don't like my legs touching strangers or stranger people talking to me on planes.

  22. LMFAO! I just woke the kids I am laughing so hard. The Missus totally pulled a jack move on you! I heart her!

  23. Travis you are so funny!! I use to love to fly but not anymore!!

  24. We once waited on the tarmac for a coffee maker. The plane pulled away from the gate to ensure an on-time departure (because that is all that's required) and we waited... and waited... and waited... then when it was finally time to leave the captain told us what we were waiting for. As the crew was preparing the coffee they noticed the coffee maker did not work so we had to wait for a replacement. It was probably wise that he waited until the end of our wait to divulge that information. I'm sure there would have been an uprising.

    And to quote Alex the Lion - New York is the fun side... You're on the Jersey side of this cesspool...

  25. Love the new button! I need to get my ass back on this! I've been off the last two Mondays and have literally not done a thing.

  26. that is one of the funniest stories.

    how are you SUCH A GOOD STORYTELLER? i want tips.

  27. The airlines live for this. They have special cameras so they can show amusing videos at the airline holiday party.

    The middle seat is outlawed by certain sections of the Geneva Convention, I'm quite sure. Even when I get to sit next to my wife, I hate the middle seat.

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