It wasn’t a full flight, which is always great. I set myself off, dozed off during take off, and was well on my way…or so I thought. They started by bringing around lunch and much to my surprise, this guy whose uniform looked suspiciously similar to a captain’s uniform started handing out lunches.
I’m just going to pause here and let you ponder on that. The captain of the flight is serving lunch. Discuss. (20 points) I took a picture and then pretended I didn’t see that.
Anyhow, the options were chicken or beef (sorry veggie people!) I asked for chicken, which came with jolof rice. A few minutes after eating, my stomach started to bubble and instead of debating it, I popped a Pepto Bismol pill and kept it moving. The outlet under my seat stopped working (as well as all in-flight entertainment, yes that’s right, no inflight entertainment) so I moved to another seat closer to the back by the bathrooms.
So here I am, deeply engrossed in work when I notice that the cabin has a certain…odor. Throngs of people are lined up for the bathroom and now the stewards keep walking through the cabin spraying air freshener. That was about 3 hours into our 11-hour flight.
Fast forward to several hours of working, sleeping, dodging extra air freshener and the steward trying to holla in-between his spray shift, and we landed safely amidst raucous applause, loud shouts of “Yes Jesus!” and Hallelujah Jehovah!” I decided to read that as merely a super jovial group of passengers and not that our landing safely was some sort of anomaly.
The captain (now back in the cockpit apparently) announces over the PA system: “Welcome to Lagos!”