Shitmakers in the Airplanes
I found a business card of Mario Lychozo, Sh1tmakers 1nc, near the baggage claim in Heathrow after one of the most shitty flights I ever had. Judge yourself. It was some Airbus, with 4 toilet rooms in economy class and 2 in business. This is all for 200+ people onboard. They had a lunch. Juices, coffees and beers.
What people usually do next? Right, but not on this flight. As soon as lunch finished I saw an unwinking sign "Occupied". Queue between rows were growing silently for almost an hour, and reached nearly all people standing in it. Such patience was explained by quite expressive sounds that were coming out. Then someone went out of control and started to knock into the door. No reaction. It grew to all other cabins too. Stewardess came to calm people down, but it was hardly possible. People that were standing last, clearly understood that even if it opens now, they still would need another 30+ minutes to get into.
After another 30 minutes one of the stewardess clinged to the door and asked through loud and politely:"Excuse me, Madam or Sir. It is the member of the crew speaking. I kindly ask you to hurry up".
After a short and very silent pause Man's voice answered:
"Sorry. I am not ready yet. Try another one" and finished his speech with again very expressive sound of what is he doing there. Somebody giggled. Attempts on other bathrooms was similar, either "Busy" or those "speaking" noises, or all together. Same situation was in the business class.
Another hour crew was trying to convince sitters through the door to leave their rest rooms. Unsuccessfully. During the turbulence zone attendants seated almost all people. Then they tried to open one most dump cabin with some tool. No result. I need to mention here that flight was more than 9 hours long. You would be surprised to see how civilized people can behave if they have bestial needs. The only place you can do it is inside, because it's 30000 feet height. Many were blaming staff and airlines. Kids peed into pants, some adults were trying to use plastic bottles. One did it right on the floor. Nightmare!
They started to go out only after captain reported landing. I saw 2 of them. Black and white. Seems normal people. Were saying sorry to everybody, like it was unintentional. Surprisingly both went to the business class. I thought that somebody will kick one of them, luckily, stewardesses were watching too narrowly.
At the Immigration, I asked one of them, about his stomach. He smiled back and said: "Thanks. Now 1 am FINE".
The only address on the card was at gmail.
After another 30 minutes one of the stewardess clinged to the door and asked through loud and politely:"Excuse me, Madam or Sir. It is the member of the crew speaking. I kindly ask you to hurry up".
After a short and very silent pause Man's voice answered:
"Sorry. I am not ready yet. Try another one" and finished his speech with again very expressive sound of what is he doing there. Somebody giggled. Attempts on other bathrooms was similar, either "Busy" or those "speaking" noises, or all together. Same situation was in the business class.
Another hour crew was trying to convince sitters through the door to leave their rest rooms. Unsuccessfully. During the turbulence zone attendants seated almost all people. Then they tried to open one most dump cabin with some tool. No result. I need to mention here that flight was more than 9 hours long. You would be surprised to see how civilized people can behave if they have bestial needs. The only place you can do it is inside, because it's 30000 feet height. Many were blaming staff and airlines. Kids peed into pants, some adults were trying to use plastic bottles. One did it right on the floor. Nightmare!
They started to go out only after captain reported landing. I saw 2 of them. Black and white. Seems normal people. Were saying sorry to everybody, like it was unintentional. Surprisingly both went to the business class. I thought that somebody will kick one of them, luckily, stewardesses were watching too narrowly.
At the Immigration, I asked one of them, about his stomach. He smiled back and said: "Thanks. Now 1 am FINE".
The only address on the card was at gmail.
