Screwing Around
I was in the bulkhead of the first row. As the plane took off and the g force hit, the oven in the wall of the galley, just in front and to my right, ejected and fell to the floor. It landed on my leg. The oven was full of empty metal trays. Its crash to the ground was not what one would expect.
The unwashed masses in front of me immediately began to scream, make a variety of gods’ utterances and collectively defecate as they imagined all sorts of disasters. The ovens slide out and in to be replaced, but are secured with screws. Maintenance was called because the previous flight’s oven had issues. They replaced it. The screws were not reinstalled.
