You know the passengers are freakin’.
Ah, they’ll just open up the bar.
Yes... I have a friend who had some kind of esophageal tear on a bus. A crowded bus. People were standing in the stairwells, and he yelled to the driver to take him to hospital (it was on way) - he started it and the poor woman under him managed to block it from her face.
Hey, and the pilots were laid to the bone, Homes.
I’d be out th emergency slide in a heartbeat.
I’ll be glad to sit on the tarmac under the wing , with lots of UV rays from the sun around me. But breathing the air after blood is expelled - sorry — no way. The idiots running the situation should no better. Get the passengers out of the concentrated closed ventilation and get UV’s to work on anything that’s on them. Them bring in the clowns in the rubber suits to reassure them.
Can you imagine?
You know that if it’s something contagious, that every second on the plane is one more step towards catching it yourself. I hope they were at least able to quarantine her in some way from the other passengers, though the air conditioning system might render that useless anyway.
“You know the passengers are freakin’.”
If I were on that plane, I’d be very tempted to break the law and smoke a cig!