The
worst flight I've ever been on was when I was blackmailed into going to
Greece for my dad's second wedding. I travelled with my nan and aunt
on a plane full of horny teenagers who were all excited for the
non-stop partying that they were presumably about to enjoy. I was only
in my early twenties but after my two family members, I was easily the
third oldest person on board
by some fucking years. Imagine arriving at a rave with your nan and not
being able to leave because the only exit was a ten thousand foot drop
and that's exactly what it was like. They were loud, drunk, annoying, and
I'm pretty sure that the two in front of us were basically shagging.
I'm not exactly a people-person at the best of times and so this was
literally my worst nightmare. I promise you that for the few hours we
were in the air I was praying for something to go wrong to shut these
fuckers up. Just one massive explosion and the noisy bastards would have
been blasted out and burnt up in the atmosphere! Obviously I'd have
been killed too but it would have been worth it. Like a martyr for the
misanthropes, I'd have died fucking happy.