Praying For A Safe Flight
This was when I was 15. I was sitting in the middle seat, in between a tour group that must have contained a lot of first time flyers.
Cue to the flight attendants announcing to the passengers to fasten our seat belts. The two people on either side of me started freaking out because they couldn’t find their seat belts. I tried telling them they were probably sitting on them, but they just panicked instead.
They were screaming and other people in the tour group started freaking out too. The flight attendants came, but had a hard time understanding them through the shouts.
I was also trying to explain to everyone what was happening. One of the people next to me finally calmed down enough and asked me for help to find the seatbelt. I had no choice but to reach under her, free the seatbelt, reach over, and fasten it for her.
She yelled something to the rest of the tour group and I guess they figured it out since there were whoops and cheers. I had to help the other person next to me and reach under him too. They were both sweaty. I got some of the sweat on me.
Then they decide to host a prayer session before the plane took off. The two people next to me were genuinely sweet and tried to make me feel included in the prayer group by holding my hand, but enforced prayer sessions just make me want to scream.
I mean, they were sweet people initially. They were worried why a young girl was all alone on such a long flight, and I had to explain that my family checked in really late, so we ended up separated. They were chatty and asked me a lot of questions about flying. I needed to sleep though, so it was painful.
Finally, I decided to just order a drink so I could pass out. (This was a more innocent time when most non-American airlines would not check for IDs.)
As soon as my Bailey’s came, one of the people next to me shot me the most disgusted look and snapped, “You drink?” I told them yes, and after that I was left alone. Story credit: Reddit / (eraser_dust)