Woman Strips Naked on westjet Airlines Flight
Naked Chaos at 30,000 Feet
The flight from Calgary to Toronto had been smooth—until it wasn’t.
WestJet Flight 907 was cruising at 30,000 feet when the first scream pierced the cabin. Passengers turned in their seats, eyes scanning for the source of the commotion.
Then, from the middle of the plane, a woman stood up.
At first, nothing seemed unusual. She was in her mid-thirties, wearing yoga pants and a loose hoodie, her dark hair tied in a messy bun. But there was something wild in her eyes—something unhinged.
Without a word, she grabbed the hem of her hoodie and pulled it over her head. Gasps echoed through the cabin.
Then the yoga pants came off.
Complete silence.
A businessman in 14A dropped his coffee. A teenage boy’s jaw hit the floor. A flight attendant rushed forward, hands raised in a placating gesture.
“Ma’am, please—”
“I AM FREE!” the woman shouted, throwing her arms wide. “NO MORE RULES! NO MORE CONTROL!”
Her voice carried through the aircraft like a preacher at a revival. Passengers were frozen, unsure whether to laugh, scream, or record. A few did all three.
The lead flight attendant, Jessica, took a deep breath. She had dealt with drunk passengers, crying babies, even an emergency landing in Edmonton once. But this? This was new.
“Ma’am,” she said firmly, stepping closer, “I need you to put your clothes back on.”
The woman turned to her, eyes wide and manic. “Don’t you see? They make us wear these! They make us conform!” She kicked away her sneakers. “Not anymore!”
Jessica signaled to her crew. Another attendant, David, approached from behind.
But the woman was faster. She bolted down the aisle, her bare feet thudding against the carpet. A startled elderly couple pulled their legs back just in time.
“Stop her!” someone shouted.
A burly man in an aisle seat tried to block her path, but she ducked under his outstretched arms. Like an Olympic sprinter, she made a beeline for the cockpit.
Jessica’s stomach lurched. This was bad.
The pilot’s voice came over the intercom. “Uh, folks, we’re experiencing a bit of… unexpected turbulence. Please remain seated.”
David lunged. His arms wrapped around the woman’s waist just before she reached the cockpit door. She kicked and thrashed, screaming about government conspiracies and “sky prisons.”
Jessica grabbed a blanket and quickly wrapped it around her. “Shh, it’s okay,” she murmured, her voice calm but firm.
A pair of off-duty RCMP officers happened to be on board. They stepped in, helping restrain the woman while speaking softly to de-escalate the situation.
By the time the plane made an emergency landing in Winnipeg, the cabin had settled into an uneasy hush. The woman, now wrapped in two blankets, was escorted off by authorities.
As the plane refueled, Jessica caught her breath. Just another day in the skies.
