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My g/f and I climb aboard the Southwest flight Friday afternoon along with the rest of the revelers headed to Las Vegas. A male flight attendant is entertaining us singing a catchy little ditty about the joys of flying Southwest to the tune of "My Girl". A little lame perhaps, but cute and creative, and after the waiting and TSA searches (They took our sunscreen because it was 5 onces; I refrained from sarcastically thanking the the TSA agent for making the world save for democracy.) I'll take anything to relieve that tension.
A few rows behind me a I hear someone loudly add their own words to the tune, "...and you are SOOOOOO GAY!" Yep some drunk assholes are on board.
About an hour later we are just touching down at McCarran in heavy crosswinds when a strong gust pushes the aircraft violently to the right, off the runway. I thought for sure we were going to have at least a blown tire, but the pilots handled it perfectly, getting the plane back in the air before anything got broken.
Almost at that very same instant, while you can almost smell the adrenalin because everyones' brain is screaming "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! ARE WE CRASHING?!", the very same douchenozzle yells out "WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? THERE ARE FAGGOTS ON THE PLANE!"
I inferred from his comment that he believed god was smiting the plane because of a gay flight attendant.
I'm still mad at myself for not saying anything--no one else did either, at least not that I heard--but I really thought at the time it was better to not start an altercation aboard an aircraft, especially during what had just turned into an in-flight emergency.
My trip to Vegas was a surprise retirement gift from my g/f and that gay-bashing asshole managed to put a serious damper on my fun.
Of course not forgetting the poor guy whose job is to be nice to these assholes even as he has to hear their slurs.
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