Trevor Gray was boarding a Frontier Airlines flight in Denver a week before the 10th anniversary of 9/11 when he saw two passengers in line ahead of him hand a tin box to a flight attendant.


Gray’s thoughts immediately shifted to security. Were the cookies possibly poisoned?


“She then goes into the cockpit to serve cookies to the pilots,” said Gray, who said he watched intently from his seat in Row 5. “I go, ‘Oh, no, this is getting worse by the second.’ I am thinking something is wrong. I was pretty afraid.”

After the plane took off for Detroit, Gray said he began to worry that the cookies might be harmful and the pilots could become incapacitated, he said.

Then, the same flight attendant who accepted the cookies from apparent strangers walked through the aisle carrying a platter — she was distributing chocolate chip cookies to all the passengers, Gray said.

Gray, who recalled an experience he had in eighth grade in which several students brought brownies laced with laxatives to school for a birthday, stayed in his seat on the plane and did not speak up.


A Frontier spokesman told your Getting Around reporter that the airline tracked down the flight attendants and pilots and interviewed them. The tin of cookies was a gift to the flight crew from two passengers who were friends of a Frontier employee, said Frontier spokesman Peter Kowalchuk. One of the two passengers was a girl, possibly around 12 years old, he said.

more at The Baltimore Sun (if you can stand it…)

It’s a big, bad, nasty dangerous world out there. Full of fanatical killers who hate you because you’re free. You got to make sure you’re safe. That’s the most important thing, right?

Everything else ain’t worth sh*t without you’re safe and secure, right?

Right. No question.

I heard on the news today that they’re closer now. In my town.

Sh*t. Now what? I’ve got it! I’ll put up a steel fence around the house. To be safe and secure.

Ahhh, that’s better.

The local radio station said this morning that there’s a good chance they’re now in the neighborhood.

F*ck! Now what? I’ve got it! I’ll put up steel shutters on the windows. To be safe and secure.

Ahhh, that’s better.

The mailman came today. He said he’s seen some suspicious looking brown people on the street this morning. But not to worry. He called Homeland Security.

They said since they don’t need warrants anymore that this is nothing to worry about. They’ll be right out to arrest anyone on the sidewalk today. But just to be on the safe side they said to shut, seal and lock the steel shutters. To be safe and secure.

Ahhh, that’s better.

Something woke me up at three in the f*cking morning today. Some low banging and thumping on the wall from outside. I had a hard time getting up out of bed to check it out because the air is getting so bad I can hardly f*cking breath in here now.

Cough, hack. But I’m safe and secure.

Gasp. Choke. Sh*t, there’s no food in the cupboard. And the fridge is empty.

But I just remembered… I’m safe and secure. Why isn’t this any better?

It’s getting really hard to breath in here now. But good thing I’m safe and secure.

F*ck I’m hungry. Mostly for human contact… I wish I had someone to talk to…

I’d like to let someone know that I’m safe and secure. But I’m afraid to open the shutters now. I wish there was some air in here…

Tell my kids I loved them, will you? And please give them this note.



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