QUANTAS747-438: A few years ago I was on a flight from Juneau to Trinidad when that exact circumstance occurred. Somewhere over Guadalajara, that "Macarena song" came on over the entertainment system ("OOOOOOOH, Macarena"). It was innocent enough at first, just a few people tapping their feet. Then a couple of folks got up in the aisle and started to do the Macarena. As you can imagine, before long everyone in the plane was on their feet, jumping and dancing. The pilot came out and told everyone to stop, and was quickly hounded back into the cockpit. A very obese woman poked her high heel through a floorboard, so the flight attendants made everyone take off their shoes. The frenzy continued for an hour or two, then we changed to another old favorite, the Hokey Pokey ("Put your left foot in, take your left foot out . . ."). The pilot came out again, and was welcomed with open arms. We formed a conga line, and danced up one aisle, then down the other. I'm positive I saw the flight deck crew go by at one point. I'm sure you realize a few hours of this pandemonium would inevitably lead to the other favorite pastime of bored airline passengers . . . yes, galley cart racing. A cart is positioned in the aisle, and at a signal from the head flight attendant, the pilot would give the aircraft about 10 degrees nose up pitch, causing the carts to go careening down the walkway toward the toilets in the back. It was the job of the passengers seated along the aisle to keep the carts moving, sort of like curling. My cart was slow due to a wonky wheel, but my protest to the judges was to no avail. Hundreds of spilled drinks later, the dancing and singing finally spooled down, and flight attendants finally got the chance to pass out the meals.
You know, you just don't get on flights like that anymore. Sure was fun. Wish I could have found my shoes, though. The fat lady's high heels are making a blister on my foot. Regards,