My airline of choice on this occasion was Emirates (home of the sexy airbuses with the cool ceilings that have fake stars on them when they dim the lights).
I had finished watching Juno (pretty good) and was working my way through dodgeball (complete bollocks but perfect for mind-numbing plane trips) when the intercom crackled into life yet again (I swear Emirates does more gratuitous, interminably long multilingual announcements than any other airline in existence).
This time it was our swarthy and exotic-sounding captain, he of the masculine and sexy pilot voice (TM), saying:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are beginning our descent and should arrive at our destination in 45 minutes. The weather in Sydney is fine and we should land in Sydney at 6.30pm local time."
This announcement shouldn't have raised any eyebrows amongst the passengers, except for the minor fact that we were meant to be flying to Melbourne. The few of us who weren't in a plane-induced stupor looked quizzically at each other, wondering if we had made some sort of monumental cock-up. After a second or so our eyebrows concurred that it was in fact the pilot who had cocked up so we sniggered and settled back down to feeling dopey.
Less than a minute later, however, our captain came back on the air again, sounding decidedly less swarthy and sexy, saying "Ah ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain again ... we are going to Melbourne, not Sydney", at which point the entire plane pissed itself laughing and the pilot giggled in a distinctly unsexy way before abruptly going off air.
Contrary to popular perception, it appears that even pilots are human :-)
