But then when your at 36,000 feet, listening to Mumford and Sons not really concentrating on what you’re doing, you’ll reach into your bag take out the bottle that for some reason feels a little more plump than it did earlier...strange…You’ll begin to turn the lid and boom…it’ll fire off down the cabin like a nail bomb has just gone off.
In a flash you and all the other passengers are startled, checking arms and legs to make sure we’re still all in one piece, and then you’ll see a number of heads in front of you turn round to find the dickhead that fired a plastic bottle off on the plane. In this case that dickhead would be yours truly…
Obviously I have now learnt a little about air pressure, but that got me thinking that isn’t the cabin supposed to be pressurized?? And if that’s what it does to a plastic bottle what goes on with you brain and lungs?!
Obviously I have now learnt a little about air pressure, but that got me thinking that isn’t the cabin supposed to be pressurized?? And if that’s what it does to a plastic bottle what goes on with you brain and lungs?!
So when you’re next heading through security and the guy asks you to “finish off your drink please sir”, don’t be mad at him. He’s not trying to dehydrate you, just making sure that you and your fellow passengers arrive safely with both eyeballs still in your head.
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