Dusk Through Narrow Streets

In all my whinging about RyanAir, I forgot one major annoyance, aside from the lack of seat pockets (all solid plastic back there), advertising anywhere, no free anything, and stupid sheeple: when you’re in the lavatory, NO ONE WILL LEAVE YOU ALONE. Seriously. Somebody opened the door on me on my first RyanAir flight, and I thought I’d somehow forgot to lock it, which is nearly impossible in an airplane lavatory since the lock usually controls the light. After that I made sure I remembered to lock it, and on a later flight…yep, I actually saw the lock sliding toward the unlock position. You know, like a flight attendant or something was unlocking it. Without knocking. I seem to remember someone trying the door and saying something, and I yelled back because apparently no one will hear you otherwise, except clearly they didn’t anyway. And even when stupid flight attendants weren’t unlocking the door on me, people would try to open the door while I was in there. You know, instead of knocking, or–here’s a wild idea–looking at the little sign on the door that very clearly says “Occupied” when it’s locked. (Okay, so not everyone on RyanAir flights speaks English. I don’t care. Some things are really, really basic, and airplane lavatories are the same everywhere.)