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Just got back from a 3 day trip to Malaysia, (Visa run thingy)

And I just could not help observing for the umpteenth time:

When it is called that the gate is open and the plane is boarding, why oh why doe's nearly every body at the gate gather their stuff, stand up and join a que as long as the M fucking 4 to get on the plane? Whereas a select cool few, yours truly included  8)  8)  8) , remain seated until the line ends and then get in the plane at our own leisure (After a fag and toilet break). After all, being last on the plane doesn't get you to your destination any later doe's it.

Although, I suppose that I should be grateful for the vast majority who are un-cool, after all if everybody was as cool as me  :wink: , then my coolness just wouldn't stand out would it?

OK, So what dweeby sheep on here join the que straight away rather then being as cool as Bangkok Red?

I queue for Easyjet as its unreserved seating.  We got to the front row with no-one in front of us = huge amount of legroom!

Other flights with seat numbers, just wait until queue dies down so super cool on that occasion!  8)

I know what you are saying, it does my head in as well - especially on cheap flights where you dont get a seat number.  You see people pushing and shoving to get on so they can sit next to their wife on an 1.5 hour flight, what does it matter? Even worse, people who are clearly on their own - why would you be bothered about getting on the plane to sit next to someone you dont know 2 minutes quicker?

i had this in Paris last week.

Everyone jumped up straight away to dive on the plane.
Myself, partner and her two little kids waited back eating our sandwich etc until the queue had gone.
Once we joined and they checked our boarding cards they told us there was a delay with the plane and we should wait for another 20mins.
Everyone else was sat on a cramped bus waiting to be transfered whilst we had the comfort of the departure lounge.

so BANGKOK RED, i too am as cool as you

I try to get in the queue quickly if it's a flight with non-allocated seating being a tall chap (over 6'3") to try and get some decent leg room.

If you have your seat no. already then there's no rush, I also like to take my time getting off the plane, no need to go crazy and try to get off as soon as the plane's landed - I don't smoke so don't need a fag straight away.

as a regular easyjet user, I have this fantasy that one day when everyone storms to the front the check in girl will just say "I said boarding group A, you fucking idiots !  Anyone shows me one with a D on it now will get taken out the back and shot in the back of the head.  If you aren't A just sit down for a bit, then I'll call B etc.  twats!"

That annoyed me actually as we were group A and all the others were so desperate to get on the plane they blocked everyone else from getting through.  You always get the old saddos that look put out when they have "D" on their card!

Not usually a problem in business class....

Or if you take a small child with you*


* ask owner permission first.

Business Shmizness.

I never fly with peasant airways.Business class all the way! 8)

Bloody OAPs discounts.  :x  :wink:

Sometimes, I even pass the leftovers back through the curtains for the proles.

Yes,thank you :D

I traveled Business Class with BA last year, must say I woudl rather spend more money in future doing that.

I like to ask what the poor people are eating.

Gruel, surely ?

anything to do with getting on a plane is a cunt, checking in is cunt! queing up to be searched cunt! waiting for the plane to arrive cunt! sitting sqaushed on a plane cunt! the flight sickness cunt! the plane food cunt! the airport petrol smell that is everywhere cunt! therefore anyone that wants to get on a plane quickly is......yes you gussed it a cunt!!!!!!!

It doesn't alway work though. We were last up for a flight from Auckland to Santiago but the clueless twunts at LAN (Chilean airways) had overbooked the flight to the tune of about 50 people and so my seat was already taken - by me apparently and a Mr Alfonse Panco.  

The result was that I was put on and off the plane four times while my partner sat in her seat with no idea of what was happening and it was only when I played the honeymoon card that I got on the flight at all.

Which wasn't nice but slightly better than getting bumped off the only BA flight out of Buenas Aires that day by a load of toffy-nosed pushing-in dermatologists and ending up flying to Milan on AlItalia instead.

The ready steady go nature of Ryanair et al adds a little something extra for me.  Get those elbows out and prepare to kcik, take short cuts etc, all good fun.  PLus you have to as a group to ensure you don't end-up sitting next to the Fat Bastard or with the family that recently appeared on Brat Camp.

The most irritating was when the checkin desk appeared to be using a random number generator for the seat allocation on a proper flight.  We had a total party of 5 and not one of us was sitting within spitting distance of each other (9 hour flight) after check in, so had a bit of a grumble to get it fixed.  But clearly the best option is to still beon the crapper when the final call is made, as has happened to me, now that's playing it cool.  Clearly the rest of the plane didn't think so when I finally embarked though.

Yeah sitting next to Americans... The fat rolls under the arm rest, over the arm rest until you can only occupy about half the already tiny, tiny seat you've been given. Lucky lardy gits don't sweet much on those long, hot transatlantic flights...