Little did I know... I'd ever start showing concern for my ride

When I was a flight attendant we were in Amsterdam boarding the flight back to Oz. There I was trundling down the aisle when I catch a sight I'll never forget. Three very uncomfortable passengers, two of which were very unhappy with the other. You guessed it. The guy in the window seat had his bike with him. To this day I still don't know how he managed to get it so far. He'd got it through customs, immigration, the boarding gate, the flight attendant at the front door and so on - amazing stuff.

Clearly the two other passengers were relieved as hell when I said "Sorry, that bike must go in the hold". Well, the old clogger wasn't happy. I pointed out that it wasn't fair to the passenger right next to him who had part of the frame digging into his legs. No doubt this had been discussed earlier between those two. I also pointed out that neither of them could use their little fold down tables. I asked how he expected to get up and go to the toilet. He just kept saying he'd manage. In the end I pointed out that should there be the need for an evacuation that he'd unlikely survive and all his discomfort and the others would be for naught.

Finally I got the thing off him but he sulked all the way. Refused to eat or drink, he wouldn't even watch the movie. Poor bastard had a miserable trip that would have been totally avoided if he'd just packed his beloved bike properly in the first place.