One thing I like when making airline reservations online, is picking my seat. Airplane seat, that is. I’ve heard that the safest seat in an airplane is toward the back. Apparently, more people survive crashes who sit toward the back, than those who sit toward the front.
Just the same, I don’t choose seats in the back. And it’s all because of my cousin Barney’s bathroom break.
Barney is a big man. In fact he’s so big, the United Nations blamed him for causing a famine. He’s so big, when he goes to the beach he changes the tidal calendar. He’s so big, he holds his pants up with an asteroid belt.
And all kidding aside, my cousin Barney is so big, he once got stuck in an airport. That’s because the airline wouldn’t let him aboard until he paid for two seats, to accommodate for his doublewide butt. After two days of living in the airport he finally relented, paid the double-fare, and flew anyway. Walking would have been impractical, and U-Haul was out of trucks. And he needed to get home quickly because he had to use the toilet. He didn’t like the idea of using a public restroom to do number two.
The airliner managed to safely leave the ground with Barney onboard. But shortly after it reached altitude on this transcontinental flight, a powerful sensation struck my cousin. His swollen bowels could not take it anymore. He realized he had to go. And fast. So in spite of his best efforts to hold it in until he arrived home, he would have to use a public restroom.
A clamant urge made him suddenly arise from his two seats and quickly squeeze his way down the aisle toward the restrooms in the rear. He made it just in time. And to his sweet relief, one of the restrooms was unoccupied. He frantically flung the door open and stepped toward the precious tiny toilet.
But something held him back. It was the doorway. The doorways of restrooms on commercial jetliners are not designed with people the size of Barney in mind. It’s important to save space when designing jetliners, you see. Thus, you get no legroom. And the restroom doorways afford no ass room.
Barney struggled valiantly to gain entry into the tiny cubicle. He pushed, heaved, sighed, and moaned, all the while feeling the pressure in his bowels grow exponentially stronger, like Mount St. Helens ready to violently erupt.
Time ran out and Barney still wasn’t in. But in a split-second, the adrenaline and terror pumping through his desperate brain inspired him with an idea. There in the aisle between the restrooms, Barney twisted his big body around and lowered his trousers. He planted his bare butt against the open doorway and released the fury of his internal volcano all over the restroom walls and floor.
This is a true story. And I like to remember it whenever I choose an airplane seat. I know it’s safer toward the rear, in event of a crash, but I choose the front. I’d rather die than go through what those passengers sitting by the restrooms endured, smelling the soup wafting from the restroom used by my cousin Barney.
Too bad my cousin couldn’t be assisted by a restroom attendant, who might have been able to wedge him through the door. Some airline restrooms offer assistance to passengers, as you can see in this SNL sketch, with Flip Wilson:
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Oooh what a “pleasant” post to start the morning off with! My poor head, and the poor flight attendent who had to clean the restroom. I think I need to breathe in deeply the fresh, sweet smell of coffee!
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Yeah, I feel sorry for whoever cleans those airline restrooms. I hope they’re paid well. Don’t think of the brown mess as you stare into your cup of poisonous java.
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“Thanks!” My “poisonous” java isn’t as brown when you put sweet creamer in it. 🙂
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Yeah, I guess by then it’s unrecognizable as coffee.
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Poor Cousin Barney :(.
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Yes, he had a rough time on that particular journey.
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I purposefully avoid drinking much on long flights so I can avoid going to the bathroom. The don’t really accommodate tall people well either.
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Smart strategy. And then there are those who drink too much, and get kicked off the flight.
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At least they will have a large enough toilet to puke into.
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Certainly sucks any romantic visions of working as a flight attendant right out that shattered window.
I stay away from the aircraft Port-a-Potties as well, whether fore or aft, especially on long flights. Air Canada 787 international cattle flights have some truly absurd mid-cabin seats. 30C could have rubbed noses with Barney from his 17-inch wide pew (replace the “[DOT]”):
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There’s a lot those flight attendants do that we don’t see, and I’ll bet much of it is revolting.
Yeah, I’d avoid those seats. Any seats near the lavatory are not what I’d call, “Preferred.”
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I’m surprised people didn’t start vomiting from the smell. that would have been quite the scene.
Loved that SNL clip, I don’t think I’ve seen it before. What was it that the flight attendant was handing out to the passengers? It appeared to be some sort of reading material…
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That was a very old SNL clip. I think Flip Wilson died a long time ago. I don’t know what the flight attendant was handing out. Maybe a menu?
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I liked Flip and at first I thought Is he still alive? Then I decided it must be an old one. 🙂
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According to Wiki, he died from liver cancer in 1998, at age 64. Too bad. He was one of the greats in comedy.
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Sad, that isn’t very old and he was really funny.
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I liked his Geraldine character.
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maybe the handing out of stuff to passengers was part of a pagan ritual that no longer exists…
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Yeah, it’s probably gone the way of the airplane bathroom attendant.
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as soon as I heard Flip Wilson’s voice inside the bathroom saying no one was in there – I was laughing at the premise…
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This is one of the worst stories I’ve read, but I can barely fit in those restrooms so I feel for Barney.
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Yeah, it’s a little disgusting. I hope you weren’t eating while you read it. I feel for Barney, too. What an awkward and desperate situation he found himself in. But I think I feel even more sympathetic to whoever had to clean the mess up.
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LOLLLLL!! Poor cousin Barney! I have sat next to a few Barneys in all my years of flying. Nothing worse then going to the bathroom on a plane. I also had an ex-husband who also had to drive home to drop the kids at the pool. We owned a restaurant and he STILL had to drive home.
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“drop the kids at the pool.” I love that expression.
Your ex-husband sounds very finicky, to me.
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he totally was….all of his clothes were perfectly starched and color coordinated in his closet. he used to brag he didn’t have skid marks in his underwear. LOL
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I’m guessing he wasn’t much for overnight backpacking trips in the wilderness.
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UM no. Very astute observation on your part. LOL.
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