Prepare for Turbulence
I was returning to the upper Midwest (a long flight from Jamaica) when we encountered a storm before reaching the mainland. My friend was sitting right next to me, and he had just returned from the bathroom. He didn’t wear his seatbelt when we hit major turbulence. It was a free-fall moment straight out of a movie.
Everyone’s drinks floated and he flew to the ceiling, then back down. A woman in the row behind us begins hyperventilating, screaming repeatedly that she does not want to die. She also pooped in her pants. The turbulence went away eventually, but her poop smell lingered for the rest of the flight.
