It has always been my opinion that the bathrooms on planes should not have class distinction. Depending on how the plane is loaded, a rough head count should determine who can use the front one and who the rear
one(s). I think the cabin attendant was wrong for blocking this guy (assuming he was civil), but I also feel that the peanut cart blocking the aisle is a non-excuse.
LJ, I always request window seats. I like them because I have the wall to lean against as I sleep. As my body sends out "warnings" of impending poop, my seat mates are more than happy to get up and let me out.

If mister Corea had dropped his trousers and shit in the isle would he have been charged with a crime?

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I was thinking more like using the peanut cart as a place to deposit his peanutty logs.
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Earth, insane asylum for the universe.

Mrs MC.......If he had Montezuma's revenge it would have been best if he had left his deposit in a soup tureen.

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This is one of those cases where a little theatrics would go a long way. He should have gotten that wild-eyed look of a desperate man, followed by the "It's too late" look and exclaimed quite loudly "Oh, Jesus Christ, Lady, I just shit my pants", prostrated himself on the floor and started bawling like a small child. When the stewie offers to assist -- and she will offer to assist -- ask if he can use the shitter in 1st class to clean up and would she mind cleaning his soiled undies. Afterwards, he could contact management at the airport and report how he had been humiliated by this stewie in front of the entire airplane.

I'll bet with the right amount of hystrionics and indignity, he could parlay this entire sordid affair into at least one, and quite possibly two, free round trip tickets to anywhere in the world, not to mention putting the ignorant stewie on the Newark to Grand Rapids commuter route.
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My special need's student crapped in your honor roll student's backpack.

A great plan, Deja. But you'd have to have this all worked out well in advance, because once you have to shit real bad, the cortex basically shuts down all processing of higher order thought (e.g., your beautiful plan) and hands control over to the amygdala. This (reptilian) brain system has no knowledge of the difference between first and second class, and to it a woman in uniform is an object to either push out of the way or (if you didn't need to shit so bad) fuck.

LJ, you make giggle like a little school girl...
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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

(removed crass joke about school girls after a moment of reflection.) Now that's an example of the cortex wringing control back from the amygdala. Fucking cortex.

I can understand the dilemma but post 9/11 no passenger is going to win the kind of issue presented here. More likely than not, Mr Crapper is going to be charged with a federal offense for interfering with a flight crew member. This is going to get expensive as the feds simply do not back down on this type of offense. In all sincerity, the problem is with the airlines not providing enough creature comforts for the traveling herds. Al this under the guise of maximizing "yield" and keeping a high load factor.

Were I to be in First Class on this flight, I'd have cheefully said that I wouldn't mind if he used the toilet and tried to usher him up.

If Karma has its say, this flight attendant will crap herself in the near future. Let's hope Karma occurs.

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daphne. I've had the opportunity several times to fly first class -- never because I paid for it. As soon as I sit myself down in one of those plush, wide seats, I become a member of the privileged class. I think they put something on the seats that quickly passes through your skin and into otherwise dormant Nazi mitochondria. Under the influence of those seats, I resent that the riffraff even get to walk through our space -- can't they all be loaded through the rear of the plane? And I want that curtain pulled as soon as possible so that I can forget that cattle-car breeds have even been allowed onto the plane. The last thing I'd want is one of them sharing, and sullying, our private potty. Who do they think they are, I ask myself? The very idea....

Most of the time, of course, I’m one of the riffraff, and in that role I resent the hell out of the well-manicured snobs in first class who don't even look at me as I pass through their holy turf. So I try hard to squeeze one out, the crass man that I am, to let them know what I think of them. Classist assholes.

I have shit in a first class toilet as a coach passenger. No one tried to stop me but I did get some angry looks when I opened the door and the smell came wafting out. As if they never shit. If that's really true why would there even BE a first class bathroom?
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Number One . . . I order you to take a number two.

I suppose I am lucky but during the hundreds of hours I spent flying while I was in the Air Force I never had to take a dump. Even on long flights, over ten hours, I have been able to wait until I was back on terra firma.
Shitting in some military planes can be rather embarrassing as the deed is performed in a chemical toilet in plain view of the other passengers.

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So dammit, are the first class crappers nicer, or what??? Inquiring minds HAVE to know!

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To affect the quality of the poo, that is the art of life. ~Thoreau, sort of.

Seen them both Bran Lover. Only difference is that the crotch crickets in first class are a bit snobby.