
Famously too-fat-to-fly guy Kevin Smith had more plane trouble recently, and after sopping up his gravy tears with some leftover biscuits, he sat his tubby ass down in an orthopedic swing and hammered out an angry blog. Long story short, he checked in an hour before his flight and even used a concierge service, but when he showed up to his gate at JFK, Virgin America employee “Manny” wouldn’t let him board. Smith complained that the plane was still attached to the jetway and that his wife needed medication that was in the plane’s baggage hold, but to no avail. This just in: people who work at airports are A-holes.
Manny wouldn’t give me his last name; he said he didn’t have to. I said it was unfair, as he had my name (and home address!); he insisted two more times that he didn’t have to furnish me with his last name (Erwin did, however). The pair then looked to book us on the next flight out – which had no first class available.
It didn’t matter: at that point, I knew I’d never spend another dime on anything Virgin-related ever again.
Was it Manny Shyamalan? He’s probably still pissed no one liked Last Airbender.
[Update] Unlike Southworst, @VirginAtlantic seems to care: lovely, apologetic email, full refund for flight, free tix offer – all before I’ve landed. I appreciate the gesture/effort.
As for why he only showed up to the gate eight minutes early, Smith explained that being the world’s most famous air complainer has its downside:
And the next three flights I took, it was the same. Even worse: when you fly first, you board first, sit down… and then EVERYONE files past you. And when you’re the Too Fat To Fly guy on a plane? Well, everyone stares. Then the whispering starts. A hundred people look right at you – when you’re not on a stage. It kinda blows.
But Affleck told me that when he flies, he uses a concierge service: a company that works with the airport and each airlines. Their job is to get you to the plane on time, but not when boarding begins; that way, you don’t have to play the Elephant Man for passengers passing you en route to their seats.
Essentially, you board last. The entire service is designed to get you to the plane door shortly before the door closes.
So that’s why I got to the door ten minutes before the flight: because I was told to by a professional who’s been working JFK for years. It didn’t matter; The gate agents made up their minds to lose Virgin some business. [KevinSmith]
I like to rip on Kevin Smith for being fat, but really, it’s a shame that the combination of illogically-regulated air travel, apathetic customer service, and Twitter have turned us all into an unholy combination of Grandpa Simpson and a Japanese teen. “I haven’t experienced such contumelious behavior since the battle of Antietam! I shall now fire off an indignant Tweet on my Hello Kitty webcam. You will rue the day, sirs.”



Snoogins…
Does he mean Ben or Casey? I need to know so I can be impressed accordingly.
Affleck’s other advice…”Just get on boahd and put it in ya reahview. You’ll be outta the fockin’ place in no time, alright?”
So this guy, who made millions of dollars and an arguably undeserved directing career by writing/”directing” a film about low-wage customer-contact employees being assholes to their customers is now outraged that low-wage customer-contact employees are assholes to their customers? Sounds like fatty is just getting his just desserts.
A fleck of gravy told him. Didn’t you know he was a Sauce Whisperer?
Casey clearly only hangs out with raging assholes and coked up prostitutes. Smith doesn’t fall into any of those categories (or scategories for the poop lover that he so lovingly enjoys being).
Boarding after all the other passengers helps Kevin balance the plane…which in turn, also kept it grounded.
Mmmmmmmmmm, just desserts.
Affleck also recommended; “If you ever wake up with a dead hooker in your hotel room, call Matt Damon”.
Manny Shyamalan, the last airbender, sounds like a minor league nemesis of Kenny Powers.
Fun fact: TSA workers are instructed to shoot on sight if Kevin Smith and Aziz Ansari walk into an airport together
You know how most fat birds, like penguins and kakapos, are flightless? Just sayin’.
(I still love Mallrats.)
The Mighty Feklahr has to say, He is fatter than Kevin Smith, flies coach, and never has a problem. Praying to Allah loudly during the flights must help!
I’d never spend another dime on anything Virgin-related ever again.
So, I guess that trip to Thailand is off then?
Jesus Fek really? hes fucking huge.
On a positive note, Jason Mewes is still flying high.
Jonah Hill on the other hand gets forklifted off flights
They should make him purchase a second seat for his ego.
[arms flapping wildly, Crappy jumps from the roof and gently alights on the ground.]
TADAAAAHHHH!!!
Not to quibble, but if you show up at a gate ten minutes before the flight leaves, you’re not getting on the fucking plane you asshole. Seriously, how long has this dude been flying? You line your ass up an hour before the departure time, cross your fingers, fondle your rabbits foot, jack off a senator in the john, do what ever it is you do to bring good luck and hope that the hellacious adventure that is flying in this day and age goes off without a hitch or twenty. What a tool.
I bet Kevin destroys the can in every plane he boards by unleashing a five pounder power dump. The airlines have taken notice, and are acting out of self preservation in keeping him from travelling aloft.
Whenever I waddle sideways down the center aisle of a puddle jumper, sweating in my suit and craning to see what manner of troglodyte will be sandwiching me with the rear stench closet, all I can think of is, “Why are airlines so inconsiderate to Kevin Smith?”
Jesus Fek really? hes fucking huge.
Yes, really. The Mighty Feklahr’s weight has been stable at 420 lbs for about 4 years now. However, He is not just another Fatty McFatass, no, He is “Aisle Guy’s” worst nightmare on a plane.
You see, not only is He a tub of lard, He is a tall, broad shouldered, barrel-chested tub of lard. Two prime examples:
1. When He was in college, He took part in a study for student health (being a weightlifter at the time). They ran a BMI (body mass index) scan on Him and determined his ideal weight to be 245 pounds based on His skeletal and muscular structure.
2. When he was getting fitted for a tuxedo for His wedding a few years back, the only measurement that was larger than His waist (56) was His chest (58).
In other words, imagine if Tony Siragusa was like 3 inches shorter, but three inches wider.
Anyway, with the holiday season coming up and a trip planned to Phoenix for Krs’mas, The Mighty Feklahr can’t wait to play “The Plane Boogeyman” in a couple of weeks. It has gotten to the point where he even slows down and checks His ticket next to particularly nervous looking people just to fuck with them. Yes, He owns all of that terror and has learned to LOVE it. “Boy, howdy, I think that Wendy’s chili was a bad idea, knowutta I mean, partner? Wanna share this chalupa? You got enough room over there?”
This reminds me what happened to me Thanksgiving morning on my flight from Philly to Providence. As I was making my way back to my peasant coach seat, I noticed none other than Manny Shyamalan sitting in first class. He was reading a script, wearing an M.Night Chronicles hat. I seized this oppourtunity the only way I knew how. “Hey Manny!” I proclaimed. His face was one of bewilderment, he looked like someone had just guessed his password to everything. “I agree with Marky Mark, The Happening fucking sucked”. He just looked at me with these sad eyes and simply responded “Eh.” I then proceeded to laugh my ass off all the way back to my seat at the back of the plane. I knew there was reason I read FilmDrunk everyday.
and the world continues not to care.
If Peter Jackson can return to his Dead Alive/Bad Taste-era skinniness by eating more yogurt and no burgers, then surely Kevin Smith can too.
I love you, Fek.
It would be laughably easy for a person in Kevin Smith’s position to lose weight. He has a ton of free time and plenty of money. Just get a dietitian and a treadmill fatty.