Monday, July 17, 2017

"‘Passed gas’ forces passengers from plane at RDU, spokesperson says"

Via Drudge:  The incident happened when passengers on the flight became ill with nausea and headaches, according to a spokesperson with Raleigh-Durham International Airport.

The flight, which was not identified by RDU officials, landed at the airport around 4 p.m. when the incident was reported.

All the passengers were taken off the plane and after the incident was investigated it was determined that a passenger “passed gas,” the official said.

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7 comments:

ampersand said...

Them that smelt it dealt it.

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Pretty powerful fart to empty a plane.

Sixty Grit said...

Troop, you should have told me you were in town - we could have met up for some barbecue or beans or something.

AllenS said...

Who cut the cheese? Open the door, I'm outta here.

Chip Ahoy said...

Is flying anything other than pure torture?

Is there any other public thing that's worse?

My older brother asked me if I intended to go to my niece's wedding in Omaha. Close enough to drive. I told him I don't travel very well anymore. To get out of it.

No argument whatsoever. No attempt to get me to change my mind. Not a single thought about considering alternatives, like him or another sib swinging by from a more western state and picking me up, for example. (Although it's still early. Who knows? They're always cooking up something) But for now, la la la, have your wedding, best wishes and all that.

I do not comprehend people who fly at the drop of a hat. Not when you fly as oiled sardine in a pull top tin with wings. "Oh! Grandmother sneezed. I must now fly to New Hampshire." Zoom. "Oh! Nelson's dog pooped in the yard. I must fly to Chicago." Zoom. "Oh! Beth's clothes need to be picked up from the laundry. I must hasten to Oregon." Zoom. "Oh! I'm hungry again for that unreproducible poutine in Montreal." Zoom. I just now lied. I do understand them.

"Let's go to Cancun." Why? "To see what we already saw. To immerse in an alien culture for awhile, and to spend some of this extra money. Because Mark has a condo there. To be worldly and bring back some tchotchkes to display that prove our world travels that could be purchased on Amazon. Duh."

Chip Ahoy said...

I lied all over the place. It's really no problem to fly, except for my own bad attitude toward it. Because I recall during the years of steep regulation what a pleasure the experience was. But at this juncture of life, either fly first class or just don't. That's the only option. And only for real deal things. I couldn't help from noticing the wedding girl didn't bother joining her own family on their drive from Omaha to Denver, short enough, for my father's funeral, nor later for my mother's funeral. So this emotional attachment does run both ways.

Dickin'Bimbos@Home said...

LOL - how embarrassing.

oh and - sorry!