Long, long ago, I was flying out to Greece to meet up with family who'd driven/camped overland. Plane was a weary 707, like a well-used 'tube train', laden with package-holiday 'Old Dears'. As one of the very few 'young adults' aboard, I was seat-switched to beside starboard wing's emergency exit. It had rather more leg-room, for which I was very, very grateful, but I had to promise that, 'in extremis', I'd set an example by using the deployed chute 'toot sweet'. And, if necessary, opening the exit and deploying the chute myself...
So, off we went. I'd never flown before, so was initially alarmed by sight of 'my' wing's jet engines wriggling. A scientist of sorts, I worked through the engineering logic that appropriately flexible wings and engine mounts were actually better than stiff, which would be far too heavy...
Around came the drinks trolley. As a designated 'chute diver', I was one of the very few who took a 'soda', while the 'Old Dears' totally pillaged the spirits. Then, social niceties sorted, folk began to look around the plane. Lady immediately in front of me sorted through her spectacles, peered out the window, did a splendid double-take.
You remember that Classic Twilight Zone episode with the gremlin on the wing ?
Season 5 | Episode 3,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nightmare_at_20,000_Feet
"The wing's waving ! The engine's wobbling ! The engines are wobbling ! They're going to fall off ! We're DOOMED !"
"Nah..."
"You look ! See ??"
"Egads ! The wing IS waving ! The engine IS wobbling ! The engines ARE wobbling ! They're going to fall off ! We're DOOMED !"
Thinking very quickly, I leaned forwards, tapped the lady on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Dear ! The plane won't drop its engines ! See the logo ? They're made by 'Rolls-Royce' !"
"Ooh ! So they are ! Thank you, young man !"
That message of "...whisper-whisper 'Rolls-Royce' whisper-whisper..." duly proceeded up my side of the cabin and down the other...
We flew into a huge thunderstorm over Italy and the Adriatic. Seat-belt light came on as we crossed the Alps, stayed on. Air got bumpy, then seriously bumpy. As we descended towards Athens, aircraft was being tossed about like a toy. You could see the cabin flexing. The cabin crew fought a running battle against overhead lockers popping open. Those pretty blue strobe-lights outside were sheet lightning. The cabin lights kept tripping and being reset. I was totally terrified. An agnostic, I was chanting the exit and chute deployment steps...
Then, from the seat behind me, an old lady taps me on the shoulder and says, "Don't worry, Dear ! The plane won't drop its engines ! See the logo ? They're made by 'Rolls-Royce' !"
I was still giggling helplessly when the pilot got down on the third or fourth bounce, aquaplaned to the very, very end of the runway...