QZ 781 is now boarding

An aspiring female shaman, an expat architect and a redneck miner’s TA. Brought together by half a bottle of Jack Daniels, a decompressed cabin atmosphere and intimate seating arrangements. Blocked from the aisle by an obese specimen, we are trapped for three hours, entertained by the rapidly deteriorating drunken dribble of egos competing in delusions of grandeur and encounters with the paranormal. Are we there yet?