If you happen to be on a flight to Reagan National Airport you can be sure of two things:
1) There will be an air marshal on board.
2) You had better sit in your seat and not move a muscle during the last thirty minutes of the flight.
Some poor sap – a government lawyer – decided that his need to take a whiz trumped the instructions given by the flight attendants (“We are now 30 minutes from landing. Do not get out of your seats during the duration of the flight.”) Our government lawyer, with 15 minutes to go, gets up and walks hurriedly toward the bathroom – the one in the front of the plane – next to the cockpit. Suddenly two air marshals jump up and yell for him to stop. One has his gun drawn. The wrestle him to the ground and order the plane diverted to Dulles. The attorney, realizing that rules actually meant rules, was yelling “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Federal charges against the attorney were later dismissed. Local charges may be brought, though. A search turned up some marijuana.
Oops.
1) There will be an air marshal on board.
2) You had better sit in your seat and not move a muscle during the last thirty minutes of the flight.
Some poor sap – a government lawyer – decided that his need to take a whiz trumped the instructions given by the flight attendants (“We are now 30 minutes from landing. Do not get out of your seats during the duration of the flight.”) Our government lawyer, with 15 minutes to go, gets up and walks hurriedly toward the bathroom – the one in the front of the plane – next to the cockpit. Suddenly two air marshals jump up and yell for him to stop. One has his gun drawn. The wrestle him to the ground and order the plane diverted to Dulles. The attorney, realizing that rules actually meant rules, was yelling “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Federal charges against the attorney were later dismissed. Local charges may be brought, though. A search turned up some marijuana.
Oops.