Have you ever sat next to a passenger on a plane that made it a flight from Hell?

You mean, besides my ex-wife?

I fly cross country 5 or 6 times a year on business. One time I had the middle seat next to a very large woman who hadn’t either bathed or used deodorant. The only way to stave off encroachment was to monopolize the arm rest.

I rather like air travel, actually, and have never had a fellow-passenger experience that bothered me that much. I generally just stare out the window or read a book or watch a movie on my laptop.

The worst problem I’ve had was when I was stuck in Tampa International Airport for nine hours because the plane had a Check Engine Light on, and we had to wait for them to fly a new air filter down from goddamn Toronto. Made me miss a party.

Not any other passenger’s fault, just Air Canada being Air Canada.

I’ve flown quite a bit and other than one group of unruly drunk college kids on a flight between Sacramento and San Diego some years ago, no seatmates from hell.
I did have a terrifying experience once, in a hailstorm over Utah flying to N.M.
The hail was like the size of golf balls and it sounded like machine gun fire hitting the plane. I, seriously, hid under my little airline blanket and downed a couple double bloody marys.

Other than that, a 13 hour flight to Taiwan back in 2010 was quite the experience, sprained my ankle, badly, ( was wearing mid-heeled boots and don’t know WTF happened but fell off my boot lol ) on the boarding ramp and had to suffer for 13 hours with a soggy little bag of ice and no way to elevate my foot. Limped through the airport when we landed at Taoyuan airport in Taipei in my sock. THAT was the flight from hell. haha

I’m afraid i’d be that passenger.
Fully paid up member of the “too chicken shit to fly” club, strange though because I love helicopter flight, more of a gradual take off, less “violent” I suppose.
Also…helicopters are awesome!!

To the great consternation of everybody, I simply refuse to fly. It’s remarkable, but that single decision instantly eliminated ¼ of my social “obligations”. Fortunately, there is no actual necessity business-wise to hop on a plane.

My Mother.

Seriously.

I have travel anxiety, and she would interrupt my coping methods, which would end up making it worse.

Nope.

Nothing terribly memorable with other passengers. I guess I’ve been lucky.