May I bring you a drink?
On our flight from Washington to Denver on Thursday, John and I were working the beverage cart. It was fairly uneventful, like most days. Smile, ask, napkin, cup, ice, can, pass it, and smile again is normally how I do it for every passenger."May I bring you a drink?" I asked the lady in 18B? Barely lifting her head from her book to look at my apparently hideous face, she mumbles, "Seven-Up." Apologetically, I respond with "I'm sorry, we don't carry Seven Up, how about a Sprite?"
Well, OH MY GAWD! With her slightly lifted head out of her book, her scrunched face said it all: Sprite?? Are you kidding me? SPRITE?? It was if I was telling her she had to drink octopus blood mixed with the saliva of the guy in front of her, and brewed into a tea of sewage!
Her nose turned up at me, and her expression immediately changed to scorn, then pure hate. The look on her face dressed me down as if I were evil incarnate. How dare I offer a Sprite and not a Seven-Up! How bold of me, the apparent all-powerful person at my airline that chooses the beverages, not to select her precious Seven-Up?!
Lady, please! Chill out! I am not the "deciderer" of soda pop on the airplane! My airline chooses Coca-Cola products, not me. In my world, the only thing I can decide is a cup or a can. Seriously. And how much ice goes into your cup. That's about it. Oh, and how to get you out of a fuel-fed fire onboard an airplane. But, really, other than that, I have about as much power as a 9-volt battery.
After apologizing and telling her I don't have her beverage of choice, I can see her disdain when she brushes me aside with a look of scorn. No longer willing to look into my repugnant eyes, she barely mutters, "water". I pour her a glass of water, and hand it to her. Of course, she will not allow herself to take it from my gruesome hand, and I lean waaa-ay over to place it on her tray table.
Pulling myself together, we move the cart along to the next row. "Would you like a drink?" I ask the man in 19A? With a nod, he responds "Pepsi, please."
Blondie
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Replyyou can never, absolutely f***ing NEVER please all of them! lol
my favourite beverage order was an italian gentleman ordering "horse urine"...and he was quite surprised when i offered ginger ale instead...at least it would have been the same coulour
Lebkuchen-greetings from Austria,
Claudia
Yep! That about sums it up ......
ReplyDoesn't that kind of shit just burn your ass? You would have thought you threw battery acid in her face....maybe you should have. I remember once years ago when we served free food in coach, an elderly man asked me for catsup, when I told him we didn't have any, he got pissed at me, I told him this was a 757 not a 7-11.
ReplyWhat a heifer!
ReplyYour post is so funny!! Especially the part where you write:
ReplyIt was if I was telling her she had to drink octopus blood mixed with the saliva of the guy in front of her, and brewed into a tea of sewage!
Its true, some people can be so rude, I don't understand how they can live like that. Id feel so terrible to talk to someone in such a rude way...
viva coca cola!!!!
Remember when we had Pepsi instead of Coke for a while? Oh, were people pissed! Bring your own soda if you're that particular!
ReplyGreat post!