Airport coolness

[Foggy]

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

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

I like to ask what the poor people are eating.

[neville w]

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

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

I like to ask what the poor people are eating.

Gruel, surely ?

[Gazza's Fat Mate]

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!!!!!!!

[A Gent Orange]

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.

[RobertT]

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.

[A Gent Orange]

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...