A good mate of mine used to carry a 200ml bottle of petrol in his first aid kit in case he got stuck somewhere and needed to light a fire.
Checking his bags in one day he noticed a petrolly smell, ignored it for some reason and checked his bags in.
Sitting on the plane, next to his sister, he started to think about what was going on. The petrol must be leaking! Not to worry, it'll be hard to ignite it, we'll be fine. More thinking... Jesus christ, there's a cigarette lighter in the bag next to it. Looks at his sister, thinks, 'we're all going to die', plane has taxied into position. Thinking, sweating,...
Then, and I can't believe he did this, he stands up and runs to the front of the plane, waving his arms shouting 'stop the plane, stop the plane! I've done something stupid'.
And stop they did. He was ordered off the plane, the grumpy baggage handlers unpacked everything until they found his bag, then dumped it, him, some soap and a scrubbing brush in a warehouse near by and made him scrub the bag until there was no hint of a smell. Then the plane left without him. |