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https://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2013/01/princess-bride-t-shirt-plane-passengers.html
A man on a Qantas flight over the weekend fell victim to one of the classic blunders: alarming some people whose sense of humor is mostly dead. On an Australia to New Zealand flight, passenger Wynand Mullins wore a T-shirt with a name-tag graphic that read Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. While the plane was boarding, a flight attendant asked Mullins if he could change his shirt, as it was making some of his fellow passengers ... not nervous, but maybe a little bit concerned. Instead of arguing that the shirt does not mean what they think it means, Mullins, being a decent fellow, and not wanting to mock anyone's pain, told the flight attendant he would do as she wished. Without much time for dilly-dallying, "[t]he flight attendant left in search of another T-shirt," however, she "never returned." Putting a damper on their relationship, the flight attendant "didn't make eye contact with Mr Mullins again," not even to ask if he wanted a peanut.
A man on a Qantas flight over the weekend fell victim to one of the classic blunders: alarming some people whose sense of humor is mostly dead. On an Australia to New Zealand flight, passenger Wynand Mullins wore a T-shirt with a name-tag graphic that read Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. While the plane was boarding, a flight attendant asked Mullins if he could change his shirt, as it was making some of his fellow passengers ... not nervous, but maybe a little bit concerned. Instead of arguing that the shirt does not mean what they think it means, Mullins, being a decent fellow, and not wanting to mock anyone's pain, told the flight attendant he would do as she wished. Without much time for dilly-dallying, "[t]he flight attendant left in search of another T-shirt," however, she "never returned." Putting a damper on their relationship, the flight attendant "didn't make eye contact with Mr Mullins again," not even to ask if he wanted a peanut.
