[Warning: Disgusting content. Read at your own risk.]
Remember when it was, like, romantic to fly aboard an airliner? It was high-class travel, jet set stuff, fly the friendly skies with celebrities, etc. Very classy! Big prestige.
Well, it ain’t anymore.
A Delta airliner en route from Amsterdam to Detroit (that was their first mistake) had to turn back to the airport when it started raining rotten fish and live maggots on the passengers (https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2024/02/delta-flight-amsterdam-detroit-forced-turn-around-after/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=delta-flight-amsterdam-detroit-forced-turn-around-after). Someone had a suitcase full of rotten fish infested with maggots, stored in an overhead compartment–and somehow it broke open.
[Here the report loses coherence as the “reporter” tries to avoid using normal pronouns and stfarts referring to single persons as “they” and “them.” So we don’t really know how many people were to blame for this; but I’m guessing just one. Or hoping just one.]
An eyewitness said of a fellow passenger, “The maggots were falling on her head.” Where’s Burt Bacharach when you need him? (If you’re too young to know what I’m talking about, look up Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head…) I do wish I could get this image out of my mind.
The romance of airline travel. Next time bring an umbrella.