I know right? I was gonna post about a flight almost touching down in Vegas and then pulling up at the last second to circle around and try again. I was a tad rattled, but now feel like a total wimp after reading riverROCKmans testimonial!
True. Walking in on your wife banging someone would be up there (if it was without your permission, of course).
One time when I was a kid we were flying back from visiting family in Venezuela. The flight home was from Caracus to Houston, then Houston to Seattle, and then Portland. This was January and Seattle was in between waves of a nasty NW ice storm. We fly into Seattle and then circled... and circled... and circled... finally the captain comes on and says they're having problems deicing the wings of the plane. So the plane continues to circle Seattle, now doing a wider pass out over the Sound (dumping fuel) while the flight attendants come row by row of seats and is telling people to take things off like watches, necklaces, earrings, etc. Anything that could fly off of your body if we crash. And tell us when it comes time to land to cross our arms against the seatback in front of us and to lay our heads against it. WTF?!? They're teaching us crash positions?!? So we finally are going to land. They have us take crash positions. One of the images seared into my mind is looking over at my mom, her eyes are shut and she's silently praying. I mean her lips are moving so fast she could be an auctioneer. We hit the runway so fast and hard, FUCKING HARD. Hard enough that some of the overhead bin doors popped out. The engines screaming as they're reversed. The plane intermittently shuddering as the pilots apply and release the brakes. We must have used every inch of the runway until we stopped. The airport fire trucks with lights flashing finally caught up to us. Everyone was fine but that was the hardest landing I've ever experienced. So we're at the far corner of the airport. Just sitting there in the plane. Firefighters and mechanics walking around the plane. The flight attendants push the bar carts into the aisles and announce it's open bar while we wait for the little tractor to tow us to the terminal. My parents have never been big drinkers but even they grabbed some little bottles and fixed a drink. Anyway, they towed us back to the terminal and we had to wait for a new plane so we could complete our trip to Portland.
I had a camping trip from hell. we went to Paulina lake years ago. We set up our camp and immediately have to evacuate because there was a fire nearby. The fire was set by some dude who sold equipment to the state to put out wildfires. 6 hours later we get the okay to come back to camp. That night a bear comes to our campsite and is literally nosing up on our tent to where we can feel it breathe. My uncle shoots off his gun to scare it off. The next day I’m teaching my cousin to fish and she goes to cast and I get a treble hook stuck in my ear. It was deep. Had to get it pulled by pliers and then went to St. Charles in Bend for stitches The 3rd night the forest ranger comes to our camp and says they’re expecting snow. It was late august. on the plus side we caught a shit ton of fish on that trip
Treble hooks are a bitch to even get out of a trout sometimes if they swallow them deep....that sucks you had that happen...I've only been close to a small black bear once in the woods and I was cutting wood with a chainsaw when I saw it...it wandered off. They cross my property now though at times.
As an adult I wouldn’t be as mortified about the black bear as I was as a 12 year old because I know generally they just want your food. The treble hook incident was so painful because she was yanking at the pole after it got stuck and then to top it off giggling her ass off as I was shrieking in pain. We actually saw a badger on that trip and no one in my family was even aware that there was badgers in Oregon
Never had any trouble on a plane. Only been on one seven times though in my life. The only issue was when I was going to Ecuador, the plane was delayed most of a day because of engine trouble. It was at the Houston Airport. Got vouchers for food so it wasn't so bad. By the time we boarded I fell asleep and slept the whole flight. I remember coming back, I had grown my beard out because I didn't shave while I was down there. When I got back to Houston, I had to go through customs and the agent looked my clean shaven passport and said sir, remove your hat. I took it off and my hair is all crazy and disheveled and he's like sir put your hat back on please. The really messed up thing is both on the way there and on the way back in Houston the only one of our group who was brought in the back for an extra search was our black friend. Some racist shit man. Well on the way back a white female in the group was taken in the back too. Maybe they thought she was a drug mule, IDK. But, here's me and the other white dude who were on the trip with crazy long al qaeda looking beards and we get through. Not that we did anything wrong or deserved to be extra searched. Just if you are going to pick two people to randomly search from a group it seems it should be two dudes with crazy beards and not the clean shaven black dude and the white chick.
