As told by an Inflight Crewmember:
On this particular flight I was working, on an A320, a Customer rang the call button and I responded. The female customer in 23C had some questions about her TV.
As I began to speak, the cough drop I had in my mouth projected out at warp speed and nailed the male customer seated next to her in 23B. The guy screamed, “AHHHH! WHAT WAS THAT?!”
Cringing, I replied, “That…was…my…cough drop. I am so sorry, Sir! Um, where…did… it…go?”
A lady seated in 22B, the row ahead of him, raised her hand and said loudly, “I think I got it!”
I glanced over and noticed she was looking down.
My cough drop had apparently ricocheted off the man’s head in 23B and landed in the cleavage of 22B (the row ahead of him).
Mortified, I ran to the lav, grabbed a tissue and removed the cough drop stuck to the lady’s chest (she wasn’t going to touch it). I apologized to her as well.
Thank goodness everyone laughed it off, but, if there ever was a time I needed to crawl under a rock, it was right there and then. But then, those things are very hard to find at 35,000 feet.