- You notice a disproportionate amount of passengers sporting mesh "Arctic Cat" ball caps, post-Movember expired mustaches and seven-month-along maternity beer guts.
- Despite how smooth the flight is, several travelers maintain white-knuckled grips on the armrests of their chairs or are tapping out an incessant Morse Code S.O.S. of barely restrained terror with their cowboy-booted feet.
- There are more gold chains present then at an A3C Festival.
- Aerial manoeuvres more ambitious then a 10 degree roll are accompanied by charming homilies of panic such as "Holy f#@$!!!" or "Jesus Christ, I don't know 'bout 'dis!"
- After realizing that the flight desk has only called rows twenty and higher to board, a passenger turns to his buddy and says "Oh, we're not s'posed to get on 'er yet, brud! Gives us time fer anudder beer, 'dough, ay, bye?!"
http://www.canada.com/news/9-11-anniversary/Plane+people+return+Newfoundland+remember+hospitality/5385483/story.html
FAIL: Hey, at least we don't act like this jack-hole...
