Your fate…

You will board American flight 1040 in Wichita bound for Dallas.  You will be assigned the middle seat in row 37.  A Fat Man with a bad haircut is in the seat to your right. 

As the plane approaches 30,000 feet, the Fat Man will struggle to his feet and scream, “I’m tired of these know-it-alls and elitists who claim to be Pilots.  We need a man of the people to fly this plane!” He will waddle toward the front of the plane. 

Just as you’re thinking, “What a loon,” a significant minority of the passengers will leap to their feet to support the Fat Man storming the cockpit.  The cabin will soon be pandemonium as the passengers and crew battle for control. 

You will make your way to the galley, where you will find a very attractive person pillaging tiny liquor bottles.  You will have met your life partner.  Sadly, your life will end after the first mini-tequilla.