Jeff,
That’s what I kept telling myself. For all I know, it was probably what happened.
However, just as a parent can tell the difference between their baby’s “hungry” cry, the “pooey nappy” cry and the “pay attention to me! I am the centre of the universe!” cry, I can tell the difference between the “Oh SHIT” of hot coffee landing in the lap and the “Oh SHIT” of something going horribly wrong, and it sounded more like the latter.
I spent the rest of the flight telling myself, “We’re ot about to die; he’s just a mean, mean man with an evil sense of humour.” 