Some coarse language ahead...
About a year ago, it was big news here in D/FW when it was reported that a young woman was injured by an airplane propeller. It was big at ten o'clock, and when it was reported that she had survived and was in hospital, it got bigger.
The media described her as a "fashion blogger" and showed video of her usually in clothing stores looking at clothes and showed photographs of her and her family. After a few interviews, the family of this young woman was invited onto a major morning news show, which I believe was Good Morning America. A few weeks after her accident, the woman was shown to exit a hospital, fitted with a prosthetic left eye and arm, which she lost when she walked into an airplane propeller.
Let me repeat that.
An airplane propeller.
Certainly, she would have heard it. Right? It was reported that the tarmac at Plano, where the accident took place, was dark. So maybe she didn't see it? Then I think, if it was a private plane, it would have two propellers, but the staircase that leads out of the plane would be in front. So the only way she could have gotten injured was if she walked towards the back, and ignoring the sound of the damn thing, walked right into it, severing her left hand and eye.
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| What I think the plane looked like, with the propellers behind the exit staircase. (Taken from an American Eagle plane) |
And then I think, "She walked into a motherfucking propeller?" I mean, c'mon people! Don't be celebrating that. I'm glad she survived and is able to walk around, but for the love of God, she walked into the goddamn thing. Don't celebrate it! If anything, it's a damn lesson on how to pay attention, especially when your surroundings are humming ever so loudly. Even ABC's "aviation consultant" in this HuffPo article says "why in the world a pilot permitted a passenger to board or de-board while a propeller was turning...?"
Every time that a local TV station has mentioned Ms. Scruggs, I can't help but scream back, "She walked into a fucking propeller! She fucking walked into the damn thing; it's loud as shit!"
Maybe this world is all going to hell and I'm just along for the ride.
Today, Ms. Scruggs is to talk at a Plano church about her ordeal, and probably mention how God helped her through it all and maybe plug her book. Part of me still thinks how the fuck she dismissed the sound of a propeller spinning and walked towards the back of the plane as if there was anything to look at back there. I don't even know.
