The flight from Hell.
This past July 13th, I flew F9 from DEN to SFO in Y. About 5 minutes after boarding, an FA came by my aisle seat and asked me to switch to the window seat bacause of a woman with a baby who wanted my seat rather than the window seat she was given. After an uncomfortable few seconds, I said no since I am claustrophobic. The FA asked again "are you sure you can't help", but I stuck with "no" as my answer.
A few minutes later, two people of exceptional "size" lumbered down the aisle looking angry and annoyed. About 5 feet from my seat the man murmured "yea...he looks like an a**hole too" to his companion. They made an point of glaring at me, bumping me, and continuing to utter insults under their breath. The tension was indcredible and I felt horrible having been put in this situation by the FA and Frontier.
Within a few minutes, I overheard their conversation and was able to deduce that they had moved up to this earlier flight due to their flight into DEN being early.
The man continued to talk about me as if I wasn't there...saying awful things like "what an a**hole", "f**king as* hole", and other horrible crude things. He also continued to bump me and push me until I feared a physical confrontation. Since the flight was totally full, changing seats was not an option. At this point, I left my seat and stood in the rear galley chatting with the FA for 20 minutes(not the one who asked me to change seats).
Eventually I went to use the smelly lavatory and while taking a pee....glanced down and noticed a diaper on the floor. I tipped it with my foot and saw that it was filled with horrible smelling feces. I nearly vomited and ran out of the lavatory. I told the FA and she removed it with protective gloves....then informed me that it was an ADULT diaper! OMG.
A few minutes later, the purser (mean and bossy) came back and ordered me back to my seat. Lovely.
Needless to say...that's the end of me and Frontier. Although I'm American by birth, I'm glad I live in Asia. The USA has become more and more rude, crude, and unpleasant. Not like the country I remember from my youth.
