Drunk Pilots and Slamming Doors! WORD!

Well...today has been intresting to say the least. We arrived at the B'ham airport to catch our 8 am flight to Charlotte, NC on time and all was cool. Plans for New York that afternoon were being made and it was all cool. We boarded the plane and were preparing to take a peaceful seista during the flight. About the time that everyone had just got all settled all in an announcment came on that said we all had to deplane because someone had accused a crew member of beign drunk.?. What the hell? They all looked fine to me. But, anywho, we deplaned and waited to here what was up. A few minutes later (like thirty), security came to breathalize the crew and send them off for screenings. All the while,all of us passengers are sitting in the terminal trying to decipher who had accused the crew members of being drunk. That bastard!! They had just caused all of us to miss connecting flights and wake up at the crack of dawn for noghting. Bleh! A few minutes later a little old lady was wheeled off the plane and her little old husband followed behind, slowly limping along. Were they the accuses? How dare they? Do they even know what drunk looks like? They are WAY too old. I mean, come on people! With no one knowing for sure who the accuser was, the verdict was settled that it was the little old couple. Those stupid, clueless old people! UGH! It took those security gaurds what seemed like half a day to screen the crew members and we missed our connecting flight in Charlotte. So much for getting to New York at 2 and exploring for the day. BUT...it was all cool. We had alot of excitement to keep us entertained for the time being.
Three hours later we finally boarded, with the same crew, if I might add. So, I guess the verdict was that they weren't drunk. We got all settled in again and I was still debating whether or not to attempt and get a small nap in when there was a very loud BOOM. Jeeshhh...Now what's wrong? They were having trouble getting the door closed on the plane? What the crap, dude? This is not cool. (Ohh and I forgot to mention that the plane was about the size of a freakin hot air baloon. I could barely breathe in it. AND it was ice cold!) They announced that they were going to have to get maintanence to come out and fix the door and for us to be pateint with them. Luckily, a few minutes and several slammings later, they got the door shut. I kinda think that the drunk pilot might have duck taped it?? But, hey, that's cool. As long as we were going to finally leave in that tiny, freezing plane. At that point, any previous thoughts of a siesta were forgotten and I decided to chill and read my book for the rest of the flight.
Luckily, the rest of the day has been fairly chill and nothing too exciting has happened in the last couple of hours, THANK ALIEN! If all goes as planned, we will be in Big Apple at 8 pm tonight! Finally!
WORD!!! Ever heard of a drunk pilot. Crazy old people.