Bob Weinstein Flies Commercial; Ouch!

The flight from Nice to London was packed on Thursday with denizens from the festival. But the plane was late. As the flight neared landing, an attendant was seen hurrying two pressed-for-time passengers to the back of the plane, where they could be offloaded in a hurry. Bad luck for Bob Weinstein and his colleague, […]

Last Updated: March 11, 2010 @ 1:02 PM

The flight from Nice to London was packed on Thursday with denizens from the festival. But the plane was late. As the flight neared landing, an attendant was seen hurrying two pressed-for-time passengers to the back of the plane, where they could be offloaded in a hurry.

Bad luck for Bob Weinstein and his colleague, the passengers in question. The plane didn’t have a rear exit. And after landing, the doors didn’t open, it seemed, forever, leaving the mogul to stew in the back of the cabin while the minutes to his next plane ticked by, instead of in the front of the line, where he’s more accustomed to stand.

But Bob Weinstein is not the type of person to let a little thing like a sealed door and people standing end-to-end in the corridor stop him.

As he attempted to re-wend his way to the front of the plane, Weinstein finally was forced to wait, and found himself confronted by a needy lady passenger. Could he pass her her carry-on bag? The mogul did so, muttering, “That’ll be ten bucks.” Pause. “I’m from New York. Nothing’s for free.”

Stuck in the aisle for another 10 minutes, the Samaritan act seemed to catch Weinstein off guard. “That’s the first nice thing I’ve done for anybody in years,” he said, as flight attendants finally whisked him off the jet and into a private car waiting on the tarmac, taking him in his customary style.