Just another typical week, jet setting around the country, putting on sales training. This day I was on my way to Birmingham. The stewardess had already been by with the drinks and those amazing little bags of mix. (That should tell you this was a couple years ago, you are lucky to get tap water these days.)
An announcement awoke me from my reading, it seems we would be experiencing a little rough air in our travels, the pilot wanted us to reset our tray tables, strap in and secure all loose items. The stewardesses were making their way down the aisle collecting trash when we hit the first speed bump. Then knuckles went white as we went into a rock tumbler and stewardesses fell like bowling pins, grasping at seat legs.
This is the point when I started getting flash backs from the series premiere of Lost, the part when the engine exploded...yeah. Air masks rained down around our heads and we went over the hill on the roller coaster. Down, down, down...the bottom fell out. Screams, loud. A guy two rows in front of me found Jesus, at least that's what he yelled when he flew into the air hitting the overhead bin.
Tense laughter over took most of us, as he scrambled to comply with the pilots previous request. We made it to Birmingham, and I have flown numerous times since that experience. But I can't forget that guy. The thing is, when you hit turbulence, it's always good to stay grounded, seat belt or otherwise.