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Houston to Seattle, four hours of terror. A terror unseen for most of the flight. A feeling in the gut. The awful microwaved cheeseburger we'd been fed? Or the embodiment of pure evil sitting so near to us?
We offer the following photographic evidence as proof that we did in fact see the Devil on our flight home from Houston. Furthermore, our flight number was 667, which very likely means our real flight number was 666, but, you know, they'd never book a flight number 666.
Still a non-believer? How about the man sitting in front of the Devil? The one lacking a head. Perhaps he was snoring or had an annoying nose-whistle. Whatever the offense, it is quite clear that she, the Devil, had had enough.
And if you still require further proof that the Devil was in fact on our flight, let us tell you this: the in-flight movie was Tyler Perry's The Family that Preys, which we had already been forced to watch last Thursday on the flight from Seattle to Houston. God help us.
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I can't stop laughing.
which airline does the devil fly?
Continental, ozmafan.
As for barrack @4's comment: I actually hadn't heard about the plane crash in Buffalo before I posted this. You're right, it is weird timing--same airline too. Had I known, however, I still would have posted this. The Devil didn't crash that plane, obviously, since the Devil was on my plane.
That is SO funny, it's painful. SO funny!
Funny article, but awkward timing. Kinda of a "Too Soon?" thing.
At least you landed safely.
This is exactly the opposite of what I come to Seattlest to read: it has nothing to do with Seattle nor any timely topic in general. Please, no more.
Since it was a flight to Seattle, how does it have nothing to do with Seattle?
Whoa...My girlfriend and I were on the same flights, both Thursday and Monday. This is a little creepy.
I didn't see Mr. Devilneckrest or the Headless Businessman, but Tyler Perry movies are enough to make me squirm for four hours.