Radio Rental - Chaos on a Flight >>

Episode Date: October 31, 2019

A young man feels the powerful adrenaline of fight or flight… while trapped on a plane.  >> 404 Not Found

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But I see in your eyes that you're after what we're truly known for. My special collection of videotapes. I've got a whole box of stories right here. Extraordinary stories. And fasten your seatbelts. They're all true. This, my friend, is Radio Rental. Now, let's see here. Tape number one. Ooh, ooh, ooh, this one's good. It makes me particularly anxious. There's a reason I prefer to travel by train

or horse and buggy or electric scooter. Rewind it a little bit. There we go. Play and action. Fight or flight. The physiological reaction to a perceived threat. Your heart's pumping, you're breathing rapidly, adrenaline's flowing. This instinctual response is ingrained in us. If you're in danger and you're pushed into the corner,

in an instant you have to choose from these two options. Fight or flee. That is, unless you're 10,000 feet in the sky on an airplane. I moved a lot growing up. My family's from Central America, from Nicaragua. And we would go back at least once or twice a year. So I had quite a bit of experience flying. And we were flying back home to Nicaragua, flying through Paris.

I was traveling with my brother, who's a year older than me, and with my dad. My brother and I were pretty comfortable flying. We had actually flown alone a lot. Eventually we start boarding. My dad was in business class, so he cut off at the front of the plane. My brother and I went to the back, and we were in the middle two rows of the middle aisle. Pretty much the worst possible place to be for a nine-hour flight. My brother and I just kind of sat there and settled in.

We had two French people, I think they were members of the same family on either side of us. I spoke a little bit of French, but I didn't understand everything that they were saying. And they kept talking over us, towards each other, and it was just a little bit uncomfortable. Kind of a standard, uncomfortable, typical flight. I was just like half dozing off, looking down, reading my book. And then I remember the smell of matches in the air. For me, the sonic I remember the smell of matches in the air.

For me, the sonic memories are the most vivid. I remember somebody saying the word no over and over. It started really quietly, and then gradually it got like a little bit louder, until a point where it becomes really pressing. Screaming, no. Immediately I panic, I tensed up, essentially crushed the book. It was a paperback and I remember grabbing onto it like really tight. I look up to my right and there's a flight attendant just sort of hunched over a row of seats, probably five rows ahead of us.

When I heard the urgency in the flight attendant's voice, I remember having this moment of extreme panic, and then I just felt a surge of adrenaline. Everything actually seemed to occur in slow motion. I think young teenage boys think of themselves as rather brave, but at that moment my first instinct was to try to run away. Maybe if I run to the lavatories in the back of the plane, I can get away from whatever this is. But then you have this realization

that you're on a plane, and there's actually nowhere, nowhere to go. My brother, who was sitting to my left, he leaped over me, and he jumped into the aisle, ran up to see what was going on. And this whole time I was frozen. I didn't react at all. All I could see from that middle row

were just like the backs of people's heads and shoulders and scuffling and struggling like a bar fight or something. It just felt like chaos. I heard the no. That crescendo just got louder and louder. And I remember seeing just a really tall person sitting on the window seat about six rows in front of me. I could almost see his shoulders sticking up

above the back of the seat on the plane. He was very tall. All I saw was the back of his head. Long hair, long curly black hair. And he's struggling with this flight attendant who's kind of hunched over the seat. They were struggling, there was some kind of struggle. What struck me as really unusual was that he wasn't, it almost seemed like he wasn't reacting to what the flight attendant was doing.

In any normal circumstance, if somebody yells at you on a flight, you would obviously react and you would respond. There seemed to be a strange passiveness. He was way too calm. Way too calm for comfort, really. The flight attendant's He was way too calm. Way too calm for comfort, really. The flight attendant's screams got more urgent. People started screaming along with her. People were speaking very urgently in multiple different languages, and it just became absolute chaos.

In the tiny claustrophobic cabin on an airplane, it's not the kind of place that you want to hear that kind of screaming. Many things passed through my head. I thought it could be like a cardiac arrest, someone having a health issue. And then eventually we began to realize that this was more likely than not some kind of violent situation or a security breach of some sort. And I remember somebody grabbing like a handful of his hair and just jerked his head back. His neck just snapped backward.

And then he let out this really powerful scream. One of the passengers began to ask around for things that they could use to tie him up. They wrapped headphones around him. And my brother took off his belt and he gave it to one of the passengers and they used it to help restrain this person. Nobody was really listening to any of the flight attendants. The aisles were completely overcrowded.

One of the male flight attendants is standing next to him. He's still struggling. And then I see from behind the back of the plane, they start to pass a fire extinguisher up hand by hand. At that point, I didn't know if there was a fire. I didn't know what was going on. They pass this up. They pass it forward to the flight attendant.

And then he just takes a fire extinguisher and hits the person basically on the nose. The visual of seeing somebody swing a butt of a fire extinguisher onto someone's face was just shocking At one point I remember seeing a pair of shoes, big tennis shoes The flight attendant was holding them and he was running to the back of the plane with this pair of shoes The pilot announced that there had been a security breach on the flight, and that the flight was being diverted from Miami to Boston.

The pilot also said that they don't know if the person was working alone, so he suggested that everyone get to know their neighbors, which was really chilling, really terrifying. We were right in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Hard to believe this is a real story, isn't it? Ah, but it is. They are all true.

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After he was restrained, they asked for a doctor, if there was a doctor on board, so that they could sedate him. The doctor came forward and they did inject him with something. The flight attendants had this system where people would... Oh, damn it. Damn VCR always jamming. Get this out of here. There we go.

The flight attendants had this system where people would rotate, keeping an eye on him. There was always somebody sitting behind him. The people that sat behind him actually held his hair. Eventually, actually, the flight attendants put the movie Legally Blonde on. I think they thought it would help calm people down a little bit. But there was this really, really nervous energy. People didn't really know how seriously to take this. The pilot at one point asked if there was a U.S. Marshal on board.

The pilot asked a couple times, and nobody ever came forward. If they're asking for the Marshal, it must be something really serious. As we're approaching the U.S., the pilot announced that we would be escorted by fighter jets. All the little kids on the plane got really excited. They all ran to the windows to look at the jets. Those fighter jets are there essentially to shoot down your plane if it's hijacked. It was amazing to watch them. You just see this fighter jet that's going the same speed as the plane.

You kind of knew there was a more sinister reason that they were there. Eventually we do land, and it's a pretty normal, standard landing. We're parked way out in the middle of nowhere on the tarmac, really far from the airport. And then a SWAT team, heavily armored, storms on board. Massive guns. Looked like a Hollywood movie. They knew exactly what they were doing.

They cut the passenger loose. He was really groggy still from the drugs that they had given him earlier. And essentially they just dragged him off the plane. They also took the shoes that they had taken to the back of the plane earlier. They took those off the plane, took them off the plane as quickly as they could. We waited around for a little while longer, and then we basically disembarked, just like normal. And I remember walking past the seat where this guy had been sitting.

It's just like a mess of plastic and headphones, and the belt that my brother had given to tie him up was cut into a couple little pieces. We were in the middle of the tarmac, so we got off through steps. We didn't get off at a gate. They shuttled us to, I believe it was a baggage claim terminal in Boston Airport. They had these metal fences lined up to separate us from the rest of the baggage claim area. We waited there for what seemed like hours.

Families were getting really uncomfortable. People were getting hungry. Little kids were crying. Some of the passengers began shaking the metal grates. I remember an FBI agent interviewing my brother, myself, and my dad. What had happened on the flight, where were we going, where were we coming from.

It felt like an interrogation. It actually made me really angry. It pissed me off a lot. We had been treated like cattle sitting in the baggage claim. And now the FBI agent was talking to me and my brother as if we were somehow in on this. They moved us from the baggage claim area to just a normal terminal. And we finally got a chance to make a phone call and talk to my mom. We went to a payphone and made the phone call, hearing my mom over the phone line just hysterical. Then she told us that it was all over the news. On December 22, 2001, American Airlines Flight 63, en route from Paris to Miami, made an

emergency landing in Boston. A tall man aboard the plane had caused a scene. The man, 6'4", long black hair, appeared to have posed a threat. Most of the passengers had no idea what was going on. After being escorted to the ground by fighter jets, a SWAT team burst onto the plane to apprehend the man in question. But by the time the plane had landed, it was already a national news story. Flight 63 from Paris to Gaul airport to Miami was diverted to Boston and safely escorted by two F-15 fighter jets.

One person pulled his hair from behind. The stewardess jumped on top of him. People just around him had just swarmed around the seat and jumped on top of him. His name was Richard Reid, and hidden in the hollowed soles of his black shoes was 280 grams of explosives. Once passengers were safely at the terminal, the bomb squad boarded the American Airlines plane to retrieve the shoe. In Boston, heightened security now includes asking about matches and inspecting shoes. The person who they took off the plane had tried to smuggle a bomb on the plane.

And we had been completely oblivious. He had been attempting to light a bomb that he had smuggled in his shoe with a book of matches. That was the smell of matches that my brother and I had smelled. He had been repeatedly trying to light this wick in his shoe. The flight attendant actually passed by once, noticed that he was trying to light a match and told him to stop. She assumed he was trying to light a match and told him to stop. She assumed he was trying to light a cigarette or something. And then when she came back and saw he was trying to light the match again,

she tried to stop him. When she realized that he was trying to light this match and he actually had his shoe on his lap, she tried to reach out to grab the shoe and then he actually bit her on the hand. That's when she started screaming and struggling with him. I remember seeing his shoes being passed to the back of the plane and not really thinking much of it. I didn't realize that there was essentially C4 in those shoes.

He had actually tried to get on the same flight the day before, but he was stopped by security because he raised a lot of red flags. He had one-way ticket he had no luggage he had paid for the ticket in cash so they actually stopped and interrogated him because of that he had missed his flight all the hotels around the airport were all booked he had to take a hotel room kind of far from the airport following day it rained his shoes got wet it turned out that the wick he was trying to light had gotten too moist and he was unable to light it. If it hadn't rained that day or if he had been a little more relaxed, he may have been successful.

We actually didn't realize how close we were until afterwards. It was shocking. We had spent the rest of that flight, I don't know how long, four or five hours with a bomb essentially. But instead we were just kind of bored and annoyed watching Legally Blonde. I haven't seen it since actually. That was the last time. Poor kid.

What a horrifying experience for someone so very young. That is not an easy recovery, to be sure. Such an impressionable age. I don't know why the flight attendants thought Legally Blonde would be relaxing. Such a grating movie. So insufferably pink. Also, Luke Wilson. Ugh.

Don't ask me if we carry that one because the answer is no. No legally blonde. Legally dead. Legally bloated, maybe. Anyway, you've got to trust your paranoia. It's so important. I've always thought about it like a sixth sense.

Dread is a powerful, intuitive tool. I remember as a child, I didn't trust my babysitter, Marjorie. I didn't trust her one bit. And as it turned out, she was a serial killer. And now this was never proven, but I am certain of it. I'm certain Marjorie is in jail right now. I really should Google her. Now, not many people renting VHS tapes these days.

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with a stranger? It can be a beautiful thing. Sometimes. Don't talk to strangers. As a kid, that's certainly sound advice. But as an adult and a normal member of society, we inevitably come in contact with strangers all the time. At the grocery store. At the gas station.

These are all just normal interactions. And in this day and age, there are more ways than ever to come in contact with a stranger. There's Facebook, Instagram, Reddit, Twitter. You hear people say this all the time, and it's true, that now with cell phones, we are more connected than we've ever been before, and sometimes we're connected to people we'll never really know or meet in person. Most of the time, it's harmless, as long as people are who they say they are. But with a stranger, where exactly do you draw the line?

In this next story, a man decides to engage with a stranger, but things don't exactly go as planned. I lived out in Goodyear, still live out in Goodyear, but I traveled a lot through the Phoenix area. Goodyear is on the west side of Phoenix. There's a small airport out there and a number of businesses. In fact, it's grown up a lot in the last few years. I'll be honest and say that I'm not a great fan of living in Arizona. It's sometimes blistering, but it's home. I was at the time an itinerant IT guy, so I was servicing a lot of small businesses and municipalities. They liked to have me go all over the place. So it was kind

of a fun job. I get to know a lot about Phoenix that way. It was a strange situation. I was actually between jobs, between, I should say, between clients, and I'd parked myself at the Phoenix Public Library. While I was there, I had this odd thing happen, which I got a text randomly. It was from the 404 area code. I happen to know that that's the symbol for not found on the internet, but it's also Atlanta, Georgia, I believe. I don't know how they got my number. I don't know what was going on, but I got a photo of, of all things, it was a rabbit with a flapjack on its head, which was just random enough that it completely appealed to me. If you look up flapjack bunny, there are dozens of examples on the internet. I'm sure there's some other cultural significance. I don't know what it is, but it's a thing.

A lop-eared rabbit with a pancake balanced on its head. Immediately I was hooked. I was on board. So I texted something back. I like the random moments of the universe. You've got to appreciate them. A day later, I was in Scottsdale, and I saw the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile and thought, this is the proper return. You know, I'm going to volley back with this. I don't know. I kind of like to be an interesting part of somebody's day in a positive way. I think there ought to be more of that. We ought to be the

person who walks by and says, hey, nice hat. Sort of silly, sometimes I've been walking through places and pointed a spot on the floor and say, hey, they got the blood out, and just keep walking. That's an interesting moment in somebody's day. It gives them something to latch on to and have fun with, or be terrified about. But it's, you know, something. It at least makes the world a more interesting place. I figured that whoever had sent me that had sent it by mistake. They were probably going to give up right then and there, especially when they got back a Wienerobile. Like, okay, whoever I sent this to is nuts, and that would be that. And didn't really think anything of it. I genuinely expected

to never get a reply back, or something like, who the heck is this, did not expect a reply. I was very surprised when I got another photo back. Oddly enough, I was at a fire department. A fire department in town used to have me come out and work on their systems once a week. While I was there, I got a text and it was a firecracker, which kind of creeped me out for just a moment because fire department, firecracker, what are the odds? It was just somebody holding a lit firecracker, which is a bad practice for one thing. You know, that's a good way to lose fingers. It didn't look like a professionally taken photo.

Someone may have snapped it with their phone. I'm hoping they had thrown it away pretty quickly after that. Feminine fingers holding a lit firecracker. That really didn't tell me much more than, okay, this person's on board with the random. Other than the slight creep factor of me being at a fire department and being a firecracker, which made me think, does this person know where I am? You know, is this somebody I know punking me?

Other than that, I thought this person is really diving in to the random moments of the universe, and I was on board and wanted to encourage that. Especially if it was a friend punking me, then I was really on board. It was the idea of a stranger knowing where I was and what I was doing that alarmed me a little bit. I didn't feel rushed to respond and I actually wanted to make sure it was something of a creative effort. I'm a bit of an amateur photographer and I sent back a photo of someone who was waving a sparkler. I'd taken a long exposure, so the person was somewhat fuzzy, but it had a nice, beautiful spiral of the sparkler. One of my favorite shots that I've ever taken.

I thought it was just fun. Again, I was still a little concerned, but it was probably 5% concerned and 95% this is cool. More photos were exchanged. It wasn't hurried either by me or by this person. Over a period of several months, we would exchange photos, never any words, and I'd try to somewhat respond to their photos. Like I say, there was the lit firecrackers, so I responded with the long exposure image of the sparkler being waved around. At one point, they sent me a flower, and I sent a vase.

I sent a bag of fruity dino bites, just an image of a bag of fruity dino bites, which is like fruity pebbles, but generic, because I'm cheap. They sent back a photo of a gallon of Fruity Dino Bites, which is like Fruity Pebbles, but generic because I'm cheap. They sent back a photo of a gallon of 2% milk. So it was kind of this weird exchange. There was a call and response aspect to it. It was something I was kind of keeping to myself. It was kind of my private entertainment. It was just a conversation of photos. I was into it. I was always kind of giddy when I would get one.

Sometimes I'd have to stare at it for a bit to try to figure out, okay, what's the meaning behind this? Okay, there's a mint leaf in this photo among whatever else is on there. Do I riff off of that? Or, hey, this photo has an interesting use of negative space do I want to replicate that somehow in the positive space and so it was definitely mentally engaging the fact someone was undertaking this presumably just for me that was kind of cool it was a rollicking good time for a while until it wasn't It was a rollicking good time. For a while.

Until it wasn't. A harmless back and forth with a stranger. It was lighthearted, funny, and sometimes borderline flirtatious. But who exactly was he talking to? Up until that point, he hadn't really cared. He assumed they were both in the same boat, just two anonymous strangers texting who both didn't know a thing about each other. Or at least, that's what he thought. One day, their friendly conversation of pictures would take a jarring turn. And from that moment forward, their communication would never be the same.

There was a day, probably five months in, when I got a photo that was of a Now Leaving Georgia sign, as if taken just off the side of the interstate. I'd never been really in a hurry to respond. I always wanted to respond somewhat in kind and somewhat creatively. So I was thinking of trying to actually head to the border, which is about 150 miles away from my house, and get a Now Leaving Arizona sign as a response. But I got a note back, or I should say an image back from this person a lot more quickly that was entering Alabama.

Okay, person's on the road. Cool, taking a road trip. I respect that. I try and do that myself as often as I can. Because they had sent leaving Georgia and entering Alabama pretty quickly together, I thought this was probably not my brother. This is probably not someone I know, not anyone local anyway. This is genuinely a stranger. And that changed the perspective just a little bit. But again, they're in Alabama at this point. It's still not a big deal. I got now leaving Alabama.

That one was a little bit blurry, as though they were actively driving. Now Mississippi. It was hard to ignore the fact that they were heading my direction at that point. It seemed like this person could actually be sending me these images in real time as they're traveling. Louisiana was pretty quick after that. Then Texas. Louisiana was pretty quick after that. Then Texas. Texas takes a while to get through,

and it seems like the photo took a long time between the now-entering Texas and now-leaving Texas. It made me nervous. It's the photos that were blurry, especially while traveling. I don't know, maybe I read it wrong, but I would think that if it was someone who was just trying to spook me that they would get clear images all the way. But it actually seemed like this was somebody traveling, taking photos opportunistically as they could as they passed by these signs.

New Mexico, the land of enchantment. That was the one that, man, they're really heading this way. It really seemed like that they were on their way towards me at that point. That was distressing. New Mexico was my back door at that point. I don't know if you're familiar with the author Orson Scott Card. He wrote, among other things, Ender's Game. That's probably what he's most famous for. But he's actually written some short stories and novels that he puts under the genre of dread. He talks about how horror is actually a relief. When you get to the moment, when you get

to the jump scare, when you get to that, then you know what's there. Then you know what's coming. It's done. But dread, building dread is a much more powerful effect. and that was what was going through my brain this is a slow inexorable movement that i can't do anything about something is coming and i can't do anything about it i just have no idea how to respond what to do it was so foreign that it was a profoundly distressing moment. It was that shift from sending photos back and forth once a week, once every few weeks, like there was never any urgency to it. And then it shifted to this person's actively traveling, they're actively heading my way. New Mexico, then

Arizona, my home state, and then I was really curious what was going to happen next. About seven, eight hours later there was my city limit sign. They were, they were there, presumably in my neighborhood. It was the same sign. I didn't reply anymore. I was done. I was out. That journey across the states and then into my hometown with no words at all, that finally got me.

I was cooked. I was done. Stick a fork in me. I did sort of put my wife on a little bit of alert to watch out for strangers. I don't think I actually ever told her what the reasoning was. The person never, never sent another message, which I've counted as a blessing. Where they drew the line, I'm okay with that. If they'd taken a photo of my house and sent it to me then I would have burnt the place down and moved to anywhere else. Or stayed in the ashes because they would never look for me there.

Something like that. As for what it could have been a lot of us have taken jokes too far and that's probably what I want to believe. Someone made the trip. As for what it could have been, a lot of us have taken jokes too far. And that's probably what I want to believe. Someone made the trip. Either that or they went through a lot of effort to try and time out the photos well, find shots that looked like they were actually actively in motion.

I think someone made the trip. I'm going to let it remain a mystery. Life moved on. No regrets. In the end, it's just a good story. Ooh, such an unsavory experience. Dear patron, have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? No?

Well, you're lucky. My babysitter Marjorie used to watch me unceasingly, incessantly. I would be at the clay ground, and she would be staring, staring daggers at me. And I would say, no, leave me alone! Let me play in peace! Horrible, horrible woman. Well, I've enjoyed your company today,

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