So I’m multiple thousand feet in the air relying on a hunk of metal to keep me up here – you’d really want to have some confidence in said hunk of metal. Sadly, this particular hunk of metal seems to be doing everything possible to instill fear, short of actually falling out of the sky. Since I’m sitting in the emergency exit isle, there’s two seats for the crew in front of me which have a phone between them so that the crew can communicate easily. As we’re beginning to acelerate down the runway, the crew tried to use it for the first time with no success. Apparently the crew’s communication system doesn’t work. Then as we cruise happily somewhere over the pacific ocean, we discover that the toilet door is about as well made as the comms system – it fell off. Fortunately the woman inside was fully dressed otherwise it would have been somewhat embaressing. On the plus side, watching the crew try to fix it was excellent in-flight entertainment.