My story is of a shut down engine on a CO
flight between EWR
on a MD80.
Actually everytime I tell the story people are having so much fun that they cry.
You have to know that I flew with my partner who is TERRORIZED by flying. I instructed hom that if the plane hits bumps it means that it stays up and it is safe. A little rudimental but it kind of works for him.
Anyway, we got stuck on the taxiway for about 45 minutes and I needed to pee BADLY.
With zen calm I held the urge fantasizing of the moment when the fasten seat bealt would turn off after take off.
We took off, the magic "tling" worked and off I ran to the bathroom faster than you could say "first class".
Bathrooms in back, close to the engines. The magic moment is there! As soon as I start to relieve myself I hear a BAD BAD noise from the engine on my side. All in a sudden the plane banks to the left, A LOT.
I am in the bathroom ( and I know it is hilarious, but not for me at that moment) with the plane diving down and left, shaking ( the plane)and peeing incontrollably all over ( and all over myself). For you men on the forum, you know the feeling when you CAN
Anyhow ( i skip the most graphic part here) I am able to "rearrange myself" and ..ahem..a little humid...I get out, strap myself in the first available seat in the back, where the F/A's usually stays. While I am praying and getting green the F/A/ is frantically speaking with the cockpit on the interphone with a worried face.
As soon as she hungs up I look at ther and I say "how bad?". She tried to minimize. I repeated " seriuosly, how bad it is??" while the plane seemed to level out at a much lower altitude.
She said " now it is ok but it wasn't pretty".
Kind of "reassured" I walk back to my seat close to my partner.
There he is, sitting, speechless and almost placid. "He took it well!" Ithought. Then he looks at my face and sees that not only I am ...ahem..wet..but very white.
At that point he starts crying!!!
The little rascal used my face as a barometer to evaluate how scary it was! He said that he felt "something really strange" happening but because the flight was almost empty and everybody seemed quiet he did not REALLY know what was going on, and with my theory of "if it's bumpy it is ok" he could not figure out by himself what was going on.
At that point I started laughing ( he still hates me for this now) and I had to beg him like a baby to convince him to take the flight back home ( that included subscription to two magazines, three weekends spent seeing baseball and two loads of laundry at home).
I still want to sue continental for the damage