I rarely use airplane restrooms. This has nothing to do with the
fact that they seem more like scale models of restrooms than the
It's actually because once I take my seat on a plane, which
also, by the way, seems more like a scale model than an actual
seat, I don't want to battle my way up the aisle for anything short
of a full-fledged emergency. Nature has to scream at the top of its
lungs to get me to unbuckle that belt.
Now I find I'm not the only one who avoids the WC in the sky.
Two male passengers on two separate flights over the past two weeks
decided that rather than seeking out the facilities, they would
simply relieve themselves on their fellow passengers.
In both instances, the men had consumed copious quantities of
alcohol. One of the bladder-challenged fellows, a Norwegian man,
either through good intentions or bad aim, managed to hit only
empty seats. The other guy, an American, stumbled up the aisle with
his pants at half mast and a beer in his hand. He managed to dampen
the spirits of at least one other passenger.
Both men received hefty fines. The American still faces a stiff
cleaning bill. And from now on, I'm not taking off without a