I flew Key West / MIA quite a bit, I lived in KWF, so the commuter to MIA is a 16 seat twin turbo.

During the week usually it's just locals, newspapers and coffee, nothing too rambunctious. But there's two girls gone wild, still drunk in the back whooping it up and pretty much making the 7 am breakfast run a real pain.

The captain hits the belt lights and tells us to buckle up. In a small plane, in south FLA, turbulance can actually mean something.

The two spastics in the back not only didn't buckle up, they start bouncing in the weather with their knees on the seat slobbering some sorority song.

We hit a really big cell and the plane drops like a rock