Thursday's HOT MIC

Thursday's HOT MIC

I'm on a flight from LAX to Chicago on my way home from a productive trip to the PJM mothership, and we're dealing with some bathroom hoarders. There are three laboratories in the middle of the plane, two of which have been occupied for quite some time. When I went back to use the facilities, four people took turns using the single open unit before me, then I had my turn, and still, no one emerged from the occupied bathrooms. Hopefully it was just some bad mayo on the in-flight chicken sandwiches, but it's funny how even after all these years the mind still goes to 9/11 and the tragic final moments of the passengers. I instinctively looked around for a place to hide if terrorists suddenly emerged from the toilet, and noted that I might be able to swing some oxygen tanks at them. (Who am I kidding? If I'm the first one they see when they come out of the toilet I'm toast.)

The pilot has turned on the seatbelt light for our descent and they're still in there as far as I can tell.