OK, so apparently the universe is not done sending me slightly macabre and random stories. This time, I’m OK with this. This one is almost funny.
Regular readers around here know that Geoff and I HATE to fly. We’re not afraid of flying, it has more to do with the fact that we hate the TSA, the security theatre involved in getting on a plane, and the fact that we’re not actually any safer in the air than we were before 9/11. Oh, and then there’s the invasion of privacy and the radiation that goes along with those horrific body scanners.
Anyway, you never know, once you do actually get on the plane who you’re going to end up next to. It might be some chatter box who never shuts up, the guy who won’t stop hitting on you (raise your hand if that’s happened to you, ladies, it’s happened to me), the screaming/kicking child, or the loud snorer who falls asleep with his/her head on your shoulder. This is all even more fun if you’re stuck in the middle seat, aka, the First Circle of Hell.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate – Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Well, there’s a new one to add to the list. You just might end up next to the dead guy. From Boston.com.
Elderly man pronounced dead after arriving at Logan Airport on JetBlue flight
By Jaclyn Reiss, Globe Correspondent
An elderly man taking a JetBlue Airways flight from Florida was pronounced dead after the flight arrived at Logan International Airport Saturday night, according to JetBlue spokesperson Sebastian White.
The man took a flight from West Palm Beach, Fla. Saturday to Boston on flight number 426. The plane departed from West Palm Beach at 3:55 p.m. and landed in Boston at 6:31 p.m., White said.
Boston EMS officials did not identify the man or give his age, citing privacy rules.
White said Boston EMS pronounced the man dead.
The Suffolk County Medical Examiner’s office is closed until Tuesday and could not provide any details, according to an employee there.
I don’t know about you, but I think I’d freak out more than a little bit. “Hey, buddy. Can you stop leaning on me? Buddy… hey… sir? Hello? Hello?!”
There’s just no way that’s going to end well. And imagine if you’re the poor snowbird flying back to Boston. You take a nap on your JetBlue flight after fighting your way through security in West Palm and the next thing you know you’re having a beer with St. Peter.
I wonder how many frequent flier miles you get for that?