This well and truly happened on 11/13 from CLT to DFW.
Group of 5 very drunk, very belligerent, and very fanatic about the upcoming Eagles/Cowboys game refuse to sit for a headcount. I'm a deadhead, in uniform, and an instant target for Mr. Coolguy McLoudenfoulmouth, their ringleader. He literally rubs his crotch on my shoulder as he makes his way up the aisle, asking me if I "like that sh*t." I turn six shades of crimson and imagine a thousand horrible deaths for the little b@stard, and he sits behind me (not his ticketed seat) to continue talking trash while I stare laserbeams into the seat in front of me. The rest of his coterie stumble aft to their seats, but don't sit. He continues to berate me (the idiot called me captain about a thousand times), he drops a bombastic ethnic/racial slur (yup, THAT one, Doug) to the elderly woman to his left, requests a sexual favor from the cutie to his right, and calls for the OJ from a FA "cuz I broughts my VODKA, beeyatch!" [He is an inked-up, 5'5" Rocky Balboa wannabe with a shaved head and a handlebar mustache that screamed 'Y-M-C-A'. Maybe there was something else going on with that shoulder-dance, who knows.]
Long/short: FA approaches me, asks me to help keep them quiet, and I tell her to kick them off. Now.
She immediately runs to the cockpit, tells the captain, they try to get the CSA to come to the plane, but since this is a certain airline in bankruptcy with possible abrogation of all contracts imminent, she can't be bothered.
We are now exactly 35 minutes after our scheduled departure time, the doors are ready to shut, and the captain is staring down the aisle at me and dirtbags behind me. (733, btw)
What would you do?
--- I hope somebody posts some replies. What happened next still bothers me, a LOT.
**hint: This flight was a terminator with an early show on Sunday.
Group of 5 very drunk, very belligerent, and very fanatic about the upcoming Eagles/Cowboys game refuse to sit for a headcount. I'm a deadhead, in uniform, and an instant target for Mr. Coolguy McLoudenfoulmouth, their ringleader. He literally rubs his crotch on my shoulder as he makes his way up the aisle, asking me if I "like that sh*t." I turn six shades of crimson and imagine a thousand horrible deaths for the little b@stard, and he sits behind me (not his ticketed seat) to continue talking trash while I stare laserbeams into the seat in front of me. The rest of his coterie stumble aft to their seats, but don't sit. He continues to berate me (the idiot called me captain about a thousand times), he drops a bombastic ethnic/racial slur (yup, THAT one, Doug) to the elderly woman to his left, requests a sexual favor from the cutie to his right, and calls for the OJ from a FA "cuz I broughts my VODKA, beeyatch!" [He is an inked-up, 5'5" Rocky Balboa wannabe with a shaved head and a handlebar mustache that screamed 'Y-M-C-A'. Maybe there was something else going on with that shoulder-dance, who knows.]
Long/short: FA approaches me, asks me to help keep them quiet, and I tell her to kick them off. Now.
She immediately runs to the cockpit, tells the captain, they try to get the CSA to come to the plane, but since this is a certain airline in bankruptcy with possible abrogation of all contracts imminent, she can't be bothered.
We are now exactly 35 minutes after our scheduled departure time, the doors are ready to shut, and the captain is staring down the aisle at me and dirtbags behind me. (733, btw)
What would you do?
--- I hope somebody posts some replies. What happened next still bothers me, a LOT.
**hint: This flight was a terminator with an early show on Sunday.