After the creep, the weird
So as you read yesterday, on my way to and from work, I get to meet bizarre creepy people on the subway.
Well at my job, it isn't that different.
To be fair, at any job where you meet hundreds of people per day, the odds are there will be some "interesting" people.
Here are my two big pointers that weird is about to happen. When someone starts their sentence with "this is really funny," followed by a huge grin ... when I didn't ask about a funny story. And when someone doesn't make a sentence, but utters words and uses sign language followed by more words when they are perfectly able to speak.
Now there is a whole chapter entitled Dear Passengers in my upcoming book, which I promise is is not another flight attendant book complaining about how annoying and time consuming it is to serve Diet Coke, I got over that. It's about the weird requests: sing for my baby, make the luggage bin bigger to fit my bag, don't tell my wife the seat next to me is empty and so forth ... And today Mr Jack.
Mr. Jack walked towards me and gestured to his throat, apparently not planning to talk. Then Mr.Jack said whiskey. Then he made a gesture that he was chocking - he wasn't. He then closed his eyes in
meditation, turned his back at me, stretched his back and jumped up and down, then turned back around and reached his hand towards me and said: "can I have a Jack Daniels please?"
I wondered if this was some sort of ritual or maybe a dare, so being cool and what not, I didn't overthink it too much and handed him a mini Jack Daniels and a glass, hoping I wouldn't regret it. I did.
He put the empty glass on his head, opened the small bottle, started gargling with the liquor right in front of me and the other three flight attendants, and then took the glass and spit it all back out, and of course handed it the glass to me. All of this while my colleagues were trying to have lunch and with a lavatory exactly ten feet away.
EWWW ...
(And yes this is all the romance you get from me on the 14th of February ... )
(( And no I am not single and lonely and mad at life, I just think this day is BLA ... )
About BOOK #2: it is vacation time all weekend because my brother is in town and I will be recovering all weekend from staying up until 6 am last night. No rewriting. Just aspirin and water.
Well at my job, it isn't that different.
To be fair, at any job where you meet hundreds of people per day, the odds are there will be some "interesting" people.
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The interesting people |
Now there is a whole chapter entitled Dear Passengers in my upcoming book, which I promise is is not another flight attendant book complaining about how annoying and time consuming it is to serve Diet Coke, I got over that. It's about the weird requests: sing for my baby, make the luggage bin bigger to fit my bag, don't tell my wife the seat next to me is empty and so forth ... And today Mr Jack.
Mr. Jack walked towards me and gestured to his throat, apparently not planning to talk. Then Mr.Jack said whiskey. Then he made a gesture that he was chocking - he wasn't. He then closed his eyes in
meditation, turned his back at me, stretched his back and jumped up and down, then turned back around and reached his hand towards me and said: "can I have a Jack Daniels please?"
I wondered if this was some sort of ritual or maybe a dare, so being cool and what not, I didn't overthink it too much and handed him a mini Jack Daniels and a glass, hoping I wouldn't regret it. I did.
He put the empty glass on his head, opened the small bottle, started gargling with the liquor right in front of me and the other three flight attendants, and then took the glass and spit it all back out, and of course handed it the glass to me. All of this while my colleagues were trying to have lunch and with a lavatory exactly ten feet away.
EWWW ...
(And yes this is all the romance you get from me on the 14th of February ... )
(( And no I am not single and lonely and mad at life, I just think this day is BLA ... )
About BOOK #2: it is vacation time all weekend because my brother is in town and I will be recovering all weekend from staying up until 6 am last night. No rewriting. Just aspirin and water.
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