Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Don't strike that match

You're on a plane from DC bound for DFW. You smell spent matches; you worry; you alert the crew. You make an emergency landing in Nashville, inspect the plane and luggage - heck, you even bring in bomb-sniffing dogs.

Bombs? No.
Terrorists? No.
Flatulence? Yes.

Flatulence brought the plane down. Evidently a passenger with a "medical problem" tried to cover it up by burning matches. This article tells the whole story.

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