We were flying out of Las Vegas and they made an announcement they 'lost' an engine and would have to return to McCarran.
The pilots seemed calm even though the plane only had two engines.
A lot of people were freeking.
I was sitting in the exit row and it seemed liked the stewards would come over every five minutes asking if we knew how to open the exit door.
I really said something I should not have said
I said, "Well, if we crash, I will just walk out of the huge gaping hole in the fuselage and just forget about the emergency exit door.'
That did not go over well.
I was completely unafraid for some reason.
And, when we landed, it was like the movies. Fire-trucks lining the runway.
Delta actually sent me a $100 certificate and an apology.