I’ve been pretty lucky in my life to have never been stuck on a grounded plane. Thank god, too, because I’m pretty claustrophobic and would probably have a goddamned meltdown right there on the tarmac.

On Sunday, these people stuck on a grounded plane with no air conditioning and no water FOR FIVE HOURS IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA, AKA THE HOTTEST CITY ON EARTH, did not meltdown, and instead broke into a spontaneous sing-a-long of R. Kelly’s “I Believe I Can Fly.”

Edit: I would also like to note that a plane-full of passengers coming from Las Vegas on a Sunday were probably hungover. Hungover, no water, no AC, crowded plane. No. Thank. You.