Friday, July 11, 2008
This Is My Life
I've been in Boston most of the week for work. One funny (or not so funny) story from my trip.

On the way home (about one hour into a six hour flight), the flight attendent asked if there was a doctor on the plane.

Apparently a guy in the exit row (!) took a sleeping pill and fell asleep while eating a hamburger. Then, he began drooling on himself and those around him.

The doctor who volunteered to help poked him a few times to wake him up and checked the responsiveness of his pupils. He was fine. Crisis adverted. His seat partner got to go sit in first class and they let the drooler sleep it off in the exit row.

(I always think it's neat that there is always a doctor on board a plane when they need one.)

This is why I love traveling for work.
3 Comments:
Blogger Christen L said...
Okay this made me laugh. Of all the cool things about getting to travel for work (seeing new places, staying in comfy hotel beds, (assuming you stay at nice hotels on the boss' dime), trying new restaurants, not having to be stuck in one cubical all day everyday, etc) you pick the doctors on the airplanes. Cracks me up!

The story is funny, too - btw. I thought you were going to say the guy fell asleep and choked on his hamburger. That would be a crappy way to go, wouldn't it!? haha.

Blogger Rachael said...
Well, I have to confess, when they ask if a doctor is on board, I always kind of wait and hope someone else volunteers first, and sure enough someone always does. Now, if someone were in labor on the plane, I might speak up. That could be cool.

Blogger Maggie said...
I used to travel at least three weeks out of the month for business -- a minimum of six flights a month. I don't think I've ever had them ask if there's a doctor on board. Weird.

When I flew out to Oregon, the woman next to me popped two sleeping pills and asked me to make sure she got off the plane when we landed. To me that's scary -- taking pills that knock you out so heavily.