I was sitting quietly in my small seat on the plane, fiddling with my iPod trying to find a song I liked. Slowly a white mist starts filling the planes, I could smell propane in the air. My thoughts where this is it. Airplane fire, what good would our life-vests serve us, I need a bloody parachute!
Turns out the plane has not flown yet, and being in humid Bahrain, the humidity came in through the open door and filled the plane with a thick white mist. Scary but harmless.