re: Describe your worst flight experience.

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Worst flight over all would be in a C-130 landing in Baghdad, Iraq. We were just getting in country and we just seemed to go straight down instead of circling before landing. Not sure if they did it to mess with us or out of necessity.
Commercial flights have sucked as well but I try to get a good buzz going so that I do not care what is happening.

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My dad was 101st Airborne in Vietnam. My mom still won't go near a airplane at all because of the old transport and other flights they took -- planes and copters. She's traumatized for life and flat out refuses.

I rode on a blackhawk missing a front wheel. It was shot off by an RPG but he landed it (kinda teeter tottering) and we loaded on up and egressed. Doesn't really count cause the flight was fine but it was odd as shite.

Classic texags thread is classic

I am on my way back from Vegas and didn’t get an upgrade to 1st class, so I am jammed in the back of a Continental flight hoping that they close the door asap since there is no one in the seat next to me (I am in the aisle seat). That’s when I hear it. The unmistakable sound of a grotesquely fat sack of goo’s thunderous footsteps coming down the jetway towards the plane. I think the plane actually began to slightly rock as this Oreo hoarding tub of sheet approached the door. As this rhino thighed hump landed the first hoof on board he gasped and nearly sucked all the oxygen off the freaking plane al la Chuck Norris. I couldn’t quite see him yet as there was a hillbilly sitting in front of me with a hat he stole from that crazy old neck who used to be on Gunsmoke (more on the rodeo crowd who was in town later). The guy sitting in the window seat had a horrified look on his face and muttered something to the effect of, “awww fock”. A quick glance around confirmed that the slowly approaching, heavy sweating, chimichanga nuking Orcan was in fact inbound to the seat in-between me and the poor ******* sitting in the window seat. When Kong (referred to as SOG – Sack of Goo from here on out) was about 15 rows away the guy sitting behind me just started laughing his a$$ off, uncontrollably. He continued to laugh as he verbally noted that SOG had a rather large bag of fast food which he was clutching like it was the hope diamond (he had a bag in the other which turned out to be a travel scrabble game). SOG couldn’t hear him as he had taken a break at aisle 23 to rest, I actually thought me might down one of the three burgers he had crammed into his feedbag. As SOG finished his cool down and began sauntering towards me he came into my full view.

Couple observations here: First, this guy was at least 4 bills and might have made 5 hundy after mowing down the grub in the feed bag he had in his paws. Second, dude had a serious case of gator arms which was further accentuated by the set of meat curtains he called a chest. Third, this guy hadn’t seen his crank in years due to the heinous keg fuda jutting out like patch’s deek at an SPCA open house. Fourth, SOG had alarmingly small feet, I mean dude was pretty skilled at balancing all that goo on those size 8’s, oh, and big surprise that SOG was sans socks and his shoes were untied.

When SOG arrived at row 31 I had already grudgingly accepted my fate and had rose out of my seat to let him collapse into the middle seat. Guy in the window seat was just staring blankly into the bulkhead shaking his head and the guy in the seat behind me was pretty much weeping from laughing so hard. That laughter would soon change to horror as SOG had brought a few friends with him on board. Their names were a$$ funk, horrific body odor, & sleep apnea.

Needless to say after they long thirty yard hike from the terminal to the plane, SOG was ready to cover down on some grub. Before ordering the belt extender to secure his gargantuan arse to the seat he already had a couple dozen fries smashed into his enormous pie hole. That’s when I realized that this guy smelled like rancid cheese from a goat’s nuts. I almost laughed but realized I was going to smell this for the next 2 ½ hours. I had lost sight of the dude in the window seat and feared for his well being especially if SOG mistakenly identified any of his fingers as fries. Shortly after take off SOG basically sheets his size 68W trousers. I can’t state it any other way. Dude, grunted and the sound that followed basically equated to mud hitting curtains. I heard something from the guy by the window but do to the distance the sound had to travel around SOG I couldn’t tell what the hell it was. I started belly laughing as did several around us including the guy behind me who had not stopped laughing since SOG arrived. SOG didn’t seem to care at all and continued his feast. The smell that followed can only be described as Chile Releno A$$. All laughter ceased and I actually thought I might vomit, my biggest fear was that this guys a$$ funk might knock the plane out of the sky. We had several more NBC a$$ releases from SOG an all were equally devastating. I stood in the galley for most of the flight. When I returned to my seat SOG was in a cheeseburger induced coma and was snoring very loudly and was sweating profusely. His travel scrabble game was littered all over his carcass and there were letters in my seat and on the floor. I still couldn’t see the guy in the window seat but was sure he was dead by now. I returned to the galley to ask the attendant if I could sit in one of their jump seats for the remainder of the flight and she just burst out laughing and apologized.

Anyhow, I hate fat people and travel scrabble

If your mom flew with ANT Navy pilot, it was straight up, straight down.. They all train similar before choosing a specific bird, and tend to pretend they're in an aircraft carrier. Add that to no windows and no general scope of where the ground is and it sucks.

In 06, I was going to Reno for a long weekend and my final connection was out of LAX. I was seated next to some three hundred pounder slob who found it impossible to shut the frick up about the Sammy Haggar show he was going to see that weekend. Luckily it was a short flight.

On the flight back I was getting settled in my seat when I looked down the aisle to see this same motherfricker. He was wearing what had to be the largest, but not large enough unfortunately, Sammy Haggar T shirt in existence.

I believe in my heart that God is real and is a complete douchebag because he saw it fit to seat this guy next to me on the flight back.

My dumbass thought he couldn't shut the frick up on the flight there. Jesus Christ, that flight back...

Flying from Tachikawa Japan to Da Nang S. Vietnam Thanksgiving day 1965, a white box with a cold turkey sandwich, apple and small carton of milk.

20 minutes after take off right engine blew. Lucky to have landed back safely. It was a warning of what the next 13 months were going to be.

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I remember traveling to Disney World and the flight was extremely bumpy and the flight attendants were terrible as shite. Kids were crying and flight attendants were losing their shite because of it. Don't remember which airline it was, but Definitely the worst experience I have ever had.

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Pretty awful story. This is a train granted, but I definitely have much worse plane experiences than that. As for the all time worst passenger experience that none here can compete with, here's mine:

I was on a train from Hangzhou to Zhangjiajie (beautiful place), which is about from NYC to Chicago as far as distance is concerned. Train was supposed to arrive at 7:00 the next morning, but instead was 10 hours late and arrived at 5:00 the next afternoon. They blamed it on the rain and I wasn't able to get my money back, but that wasn't the worst part.

Across the aisle from me was a mentally retarded female (Mr. F) with her two parents. First thing I notice about her is she's got a large scar on her right shoulder as well are one on the right side of her neck. Its a popular place for Chinese people to stab each other, and I knew pretty much immediately that she was not to be fricked with. I'll say give or take a hundred, she said "Jiayou" 3000 times, "Hello, how are you" 2000 times, and tones of gibberish throughout the 28 hour train ride.

I quickly found out why she likely had her scars. She starts off by assaulting a 60 year old man, then wails 2 good punches on a 4 year old girl. Tried to get the train attendants to get her off the train or at least restrain her like the wild animal she was in storage, but they said they couldn't do anything since she already bought the ticket. Throughout the rest of the ride, here is a brief synopsis on what else she did: assaulted and tried to bite a train attendant, hit at least 5 more people, threw 4 water bottles on 4 people, poured a bowl of Ramen on a teenager, threw a shoe at my face (missed) as well as hit a woman with her shoe, screamed absolute bloody murder every 2 hours or so, and spit all over the place and at people constantly (hitting me with spit on the shoulder as one final frick you as I was leaving the train).

God knows what else she did while I tried to escape to the dining cart. Honestly it was like sitting next to a fricking chimpanzee in the middle of a 3 day crack binge. Aside from throwing feces, I don't see how it would be much different. Made me hate China for a good 4 days after that because that shite certainly wouldn't have flied in America or Europe. That shite would have been on the news, the daughter shipped off to a mental institution, and the parents sued to an oblivion, especially for the assault on a toddler.

holy batfrick with the walls of text in this thread.

I flew on many flights in the military C-130,C-17 and every kind of helicopter you can think of doing all kinds of crazy take-offs and landings and that one was the only one that ever freaked me out.I am sure there was some hazing like activities going on in that situation because such things happen all the time in the military. I never experienced it again in Iraq despite taking many other flights while there. Also never experienced anything like it in Afghanistan and those pilots do some crazy things there because of the environment and the hostile activities that they experience.

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Flying from Tachikawa Japan to Da Nang S. Vietnam Thanksgiving day 1965, a white box with a cold turkey sandwich, apple and small carton of milk.

20 minutes after take off right engine blew. Lucky to have landed back safely. It was a warning of what the next 13 months were going to be.

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Glad you made it back namvet. We've lost too many from that era young both to the war and due to various causes when they returned home. The death rate post-Vietnam by NamVets is really inexplicable -- suicide rates and illness don't even explain it. I was shocked when I read an article on it. I kinda think some have had or are having 'accidents' that may be suicides in disguise and others were so traumatized they took risks post-war they wouldn't have taken otherwise.

Regardless of the cause, it's a damn shame.