I flew back yesterday on Ryanair from Bologna. Most of the seats were filled, so I grabbed a spot with a few vacant places left.
A man seated himself behind me, keeping the window seat for his companion -- a three foot tall Italian chocolate egg, wrapped in shiny orange and gold foil. He'd probably picked it up for a child back home.
So the engines started revving for takeoff, and right then, a cabin attendant rushed down the aisle to our section. "Sir," she told the man sternly, "You must buckle your egg into the seat. Immediately!" At that, everyone around me burst out laughing. He gently reached over and fastened the seat belt around his egg. Later, I saw he'd draped a coat over it.
I imagine his Easter egg needed a good nap before landing...