I saw on a flight for my job interview last summer. It seemed like desperate pleading to me. Thus, this story.
Dear man in 45C,
Please feel better. Please? I’ve noticed that slightly green look on your face, and the way you heave slightly with every lurch of the plane. I can see that the spew volcano is restless and I’m doing every ritual dance I know to keep it from erupting. I’ll even bring you another ginger ale, if it helps.
I don’t normally beg, but you’ve seen this flight and carting off your full bag of transformed airplane food would be the puke-colored straw on the back of the camel that is this flight.
It’s not just the dead guy either. True, it was a bit jarring to witness a guy have a heart attack and die screaming just after I’d served him his peanuts. That was a new one, I’ll admit. One for the ol’ memoir. But for the moment, it’s not helping my day, especially when I see other passengers looking askance at their own peanuts, as if I knock off people as a hobby, or something. And it didn’t make it any better that since I’m the only male flight attendant and the dead guy had had more than his share of triple fudge sundaes, I was the one who had to haul him off to cold storage for the rest of the flight.
Also, this job is stressful enough without the two teenagers throwing a Nerf football back and forth and running plays in the aisles (and calling me a “stewardess”, no less). And let’s not forget about the two racist women in first class, talking loudly about how the Jews and the blacks are taking over the world. That would be annoying enough for anyone, even if I weren’t a black Jew.
So that’s why I’m asking you—begging you—please don’t drop a puke cherry on top of this septic sundae.
Oh look, there you go. Goody.
And you missed the bag too. Wonderful.
Two hours into a twelve-hour flight. Hooray.
“Excuse me, sir. It looks like you are in some discomfort. It would be my pleasure to clean this up for you.”
February 8th, 2015 at 12:18 am
Ugh. Beats my bad day.
February 8th, 2015 at 4:13 am
That makes my days in retail sound like paradise. 🙂
February 8th, 2015 at 8:41 pm
Hey David, really enjoyed this one! Nice way to throw a bunch of dirt on him in the end, good stuff.
February 8th, 2015 at 9:19 pm
Thanks, Josh. One of the first rules of fiction is to make life miserable for the protagonist. 🙂
February 9th, 2015 at 8:50 pm
How horrible. Hopefully it did get better.
February 9th, 2015 at 9:05 pm
Who knows. 🙂 But as they say, the worse the situation, the better the story it makes.
February 9th, 2015 at 9:26 pm
LOL! I thought it was a true story. Or almost true story.
February 10th, 2015 at 7:05 am
It could be, I’m sure, but this one is pure fiction.
March 17th, 2015 at 2:02 am
ha!