I have to think about this a bit, after many years and a few hundred flights, there have been the common things like spilling drinks on myself or other pax, falling asleep and leaning into the aisle, accidentally tripping F/As or pax passing by my aisle seat, throwing up - twice, once from partying (booze), once from bad turbulence, but I think the only time I really wished I had an easy way out of the situation I got into was this one:
About two years ago I was on a training course in YVR
, and the last day (half day) of the course, the training center provided all the students with a terrific catered buffet lunch before we departed. There was little time for me to drop off the rental car and make it to my YWG
flight on time, but I did make it to the gate before the final call.
Until I sat down in the A320, everything had been so rushed and hectic, I failed to notice the signals from the internal plumbing that there was an imminent call of nature. As we were being pushed off the gate, I was just thinking: Of all the times, why now? and Why did I have to eat so much at lunch?
In accordance with airline policy, I waited (im)patiently until we were airborne with the seatbelt light extinguished before I headed aft to do the deed. Both lavs were vacant, so life was good. Or at least I thought it would be. I'm sure almost everyone in the forum has experienced the sheer power of an aircraft vacuum toilet when it is flushed, but this unit proved otherwise... I pressed the flush touch pad - nothing, not even a squirt of water. Again - nothing. And again and again and again. I must have tried twenty times. The toilet was dead. As stupid as this sounds, I was actually beginning to panic. What if a cute chick was waiting outside for the lav? Not only was the toilet dead, but also full of ____. There was nothing else to do, I had to open the door. Nobody was there, in fact the lav across the aisle was vacant.
I now had two choices: go back to my seat (nasty) or (nice) tell the F/As who were in the galley preparing for beverage service. I chose the latter and sheepishly, with a cherry-red face explained the situation to them. They were really cool about it and said it happens now and then and locked the lav from the outside.
When they stopped at my row to offer a drink my face was burning again and I was still so embarassed I couldn't look them in the eye.