During my holidays...
Not quite the advertisement for Royal Jordanian, that. But you got home in one piece, which is probably more important.
I'll share mine then.
It was august 6th in the early afternoon at Weeze Airport, Germany. Because it had been an hour drive to get there and you never know what to expect on the road, I was way too early. So I decided to place myself at the very front of the queue line, where at the time there was only one unattended suitcase. I started pondering what would happen if I were to report it. Would they just remove it, or would they evacuate the complete building. As it didn't tick and there wasn't anyone around to report it to anyways, I decided to ignore it.
At around boarding time there was a large queue and the proprietor of the unattended suitcased turned up and placed himself next to me right in front of the queue. As my Italian didn't go much further than "bongiorno" and I was still in front I figured the people behind me should adress this man of his rude manners, but they didn't. So I set myself the challenge to get on the plane before him. When I got on the bus to take us the 100 meter drive to the airplane I positioned myself right next to the door, only to find out they alighted the bus at the other side.
On the plane I sat myself at a window in front of the wing. I figured that would give a nice view outside as well as it allowed me to keep an eye on the wing and engine. I'm not a great fan of flying, so I like to be able to see whether they're still there. Departure was scheduled at 19:40, but at 20:00 we were still sat on the tarmac. The captain explained this was due to the olympics and the increase in air traffic caused by it. But we did take off eventually.
During the flight, I was hoping to take some photographs of the alps, but shortly after takeoff it was clouded over (or rather clouded under!) all the way to Italy. What was interesting though was the night setting twice as fast as usual. At departure it was still completely light at 20:00. Upon arrival at around 21:15 it was completely dark. You must know, in Italy it's dark about an hour earlier than here. So that escalated quickly.
Upon arival at Treviso, Italy, the plane was about five minute late and I can confirm that Ryanair actually doesn't play the "and yet another Ryanair flight on time" advertisement when they arrive late
From there we had to walk 200 meters to the terminal building (why bother with a bus, I never understood that at Weeze. One time there they put us on the bus for departure, but after arrival of the return flight they let us walk twice as far). Anyways, that was that and now I'm back home.