When you fly a ton, you start amassing interesting experiences. I sat in first class with a band that I had just seen in concert the night before. And I had a truck hit my plane.
But this was my first experience with an air marshal.
While boarding was going on, the gentleman in front of me in first class asked the flight attendant if the first row were empty. When she said she wasn’t sure, he asked her to go check the manifest.
I rolled my eyes. What a high-maintenance first class flyer! He wasn’t even waiting for the boarding to be complete before looking to spread out in his own row in first class.
Then a passenger ran up the aisle and had a melt down at the front of the plane. His friend wasn’t on the plane and he wasn’t going to let the plane leave until his friend was there.
As the flight attendants tried to calm him down by telling him he only had two choices–on the plane or off the plane, the man from first class sprung up and joined them, “Do we have a problem here, sir?”
Ohhhh. As the flight attendants gave the man who was in first class the full run down of the situation, it hit me. He wasn’t high-maintenance. He was an air marshal looking to get in an empty row so he could do his job better.
The situation de-escalated after that and the man agreed to take his seat. I guess his melt-down worked because his friend made the flight.