I only wish MOL had been sat next to me on the only trip in a commercial flight where I have been in fear for my life:
Day-time approach, turn onto 'short' final where bank angle and induced 'G' make me think I'm about to become victim to another case of 737 rudder deflection. Whilst checking colour of underware and looking at equally ashen-faced punters sat around me, cheery S.European accented "chap" from up front announces that we have arrived 5 minutes ahead of schedule.
Sooooo close to telling said "chap" on the way out that he'd do well to remember that it was a 737 he was driving, not the CASA101 he once did!
Minicab anybody?
