This is the problem that I had with the show. Hunters was great, but when you treat all Nazis like psychotic super villains then you make it easier for Sally-Ann Anti-Semite to excuse their casual bigotry. “I’m not like those Nazis. I don’t want to do medical experiments on Jews; I just don’t want my daughter to date…

Did you write this, or are you copy-pasting this from somewhere?  If the latter, please provide the source and block quote this shit.

Go talk to another chair, Clint. Pretend you’re mayor again.

Once on a return flight from Jamaica to JFK, I ended up sitting next to a woman who was transporting a large fish that was incompletely wrapped in tin foil. Like the head and eye exposed on one end and the tail flopping out the other. Not refrigerated either. I have to imagine that she was not permitted through…

I would actually like to share the BEST thing I’ve ever seen on a plane. I sat in an aisle seat, with middle/window taken by a mother and a kid who had obviously never flown before. He spent the whole flight glued to the window shouting “MOM! LOOK! LOOK AT THE CLOUDS! OH MY GOD! MOM! LOOK AT THE MOUNTAINS! OH MY GOD!”…

I was once on a Cathay Pacific flight where the back of the seat was fixed, and to recline it you basically scooched the seat itself forward. Meaning that the intrusion into knee-space happened to the person who wants to recline, not whatever poor chump was sitting behind them. It was such a 100% correct and righteous…

The worst thing I saw wasn’t on the plane, but at the gate in the airport. It was like 5 am and as I’m for my approaching my gate I see a little toy drone flying around and I’m thinking “please don’t let that be my gate” and of course it was. There sat a 50 something year old manin a Dr Who t shirt who looked like the…

Yes I fly United

I don’t know if this counts, because it’s something that happened to my family and not just something I witnessed, but oh well. I’m white, and I was flying with my husband (who is black) and our then-one-year-old daughter (who, randomly, came out with very light skin, loose curls, and green eyes). We had just settled…

I once read a very funny parody advice column called something like, “Air Travel Etiquette for the Internet Age.” It posits that your seatmate is streaming porn and offers conversational gambits.

In high school the Spanish club was flying to Madrid for our Spain trip. We had spent the first few hours pumped, but had many hours of a redeye left to go. I’d been having conversations with the guy next to me, someone in the grade ahead I didn’t know particularly well, but thought was kind of handsome and pleasant.…

Girl, do you fly Cursed By God Airlines or something?

I definitely was The Problem on a flight. I was 21, had been farming in Europe for six months, and came home for a holiday. For the past few weeks on the farm, my scalp had been itchy but I attributed it to sunburn—long hours in the fields, no hat, nothing to think about, right? Idiot.

Not something that I observed personally, but I was on the flight that this allegedly occurred.

You win and I saw someone die on a plane once.

A man sitting next to me on a flight to Vegas spent the first couple hours reading a giant book that was nothing but hardware coupons (I believe it was actually called The Giant Book of Hardware Coupons). Then he spent the last 20 minutes of the flight using an app on his phone that approximated a guitar, listlessly…

Worst thing was me- I was traveling home from remote India to Denver. After 70 hours of travel (via a dusty car, an overnight train, another car through Delhi, a delayed flight in coach from Delhi to Paris), I’d made it on to my Paris to Atlanta leg. I’d been awake so long I cried as they were scanning my ticket and…

I travel at least three weeks out of the month or work. I have seen things that make me hate people. (That coupled with people actually voted for Trump, make it difficult to leave my house if I don’t have too)

I once sat next to a filthy man who thumbed through a stack of Asian porn mags for the entire five hours.  Interrupted only by shouting “TOMATO JUICE!” every time a flight attendant passed us. 

I can imagine them dropping it into someone's garden and the ensuing conversation; "well whose is it?? It didn't just drop out of the sky!"