Savannah to Dulles on a crj-200

So, my day starts off yesterday(Sunday) in lovely Savannah Georgia. My plan was to take the 1230 flight home which still had seats open. However I decided to stay longer. After some careful thought I figured trying to get on the 730 flight was my best option. There were 4 seats and two listed. So, I showed up an hour earlier than departure and learned there were actually no seats on the 7:00 flight but the 930 was wide open. So, they book me on the 930 and I wait. An hour or so passes and its getting close to boarding time, and I don’t see anyone in the gate area. I soon learn that the flight was canceled and that I would have to come back in the morning for a 6 am departure. Lovely. As I called my friend to come scoop me I sat pondering what would happen to me in the morning. There were seats, and there were plenty of flights, but you really never can tell when flying stand-by. I woke up this morning and was so tired. I made my way to the airport-ksav- and was given a seat. 11b. great, no window but it would do. I figured I could sleep most of the flight. Not so. The departure was great. Nice smooth rotation and we were quickly at altitude in the crj-200. one of Bombardiers finest. I settled in for the hour or so flight. As we passed over Richmond(which I identified with a skillfull eye) and joined the arrival routing, the woman behind me decides its bathroom time. this is where the story gets good. She decides that she was too big to get out of the seat unaided and every time(total of 3) she uses the back of my seat as a crutch. She would use my chair to support her weight and launch me backwards as she climbed out. The flight attendant has been doing her best all flight to help this poor woman, but is obviously at her wits end. The lady cant buckle her seat belt….so the FA brings her an extension, being as political as she can…..but I could tell she didn’t get much sleep and was worn out. She finally gets settled(I think) and I can see the runway at Dulles to my left out the window. We are on a downwind leg for landing to the south on 19Left. She decides its bathrrom time again. Runs in there coughing up a storm. The flight attendant comes back again. (mind you were in a critical phase of flight close to the ground) and tells her to sit down. The lady responds frantically that “shes seen shows in tv about airline tragedies”. Im not sure what that had to do with her seatbelt not being on, but nonetheless as the aircraft settled in over the runway and began the landing flare she went into nervous shakes, and ultimately let out a huge shriek as the wheels touched down. I couldn’t have asked for a nicer flight……….minus this lady. I didn’t want to stare on the plane so I got a good look at her in the terminal. It was an interesting sight.

Anyways, that was my Sunday/Monday. 6 hours in the terminal, 1 great flight, 1 freakin weirdo lady, and a non-rev nightmare and im home. Who could ask for more?