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Dear Passengers (Part 3)

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A few months ago, a passenger kindly slammed an overhead bin on my hand, which resulted in 3 months off work for me. It was painful, and may I add very rude, but I looked at the bright side of the situation. The timing coincided with weddings I was planning to attend, I had been wanting to spend more time with my parents and I was going through a breakup. I was busy. However, after all of that was done and over with, I did miss flying a bit. And then I worked one flight and I realized perhaps I didn't miss it so much -:) and here is why.  " - Excuse me Miss, what's under my seat?   - Your life-vest Mam.    - But I want to put my bag under my seat.   - You can put it under the seat in front of you or in the overhead bin.   - But I don't want to." Me at loss of words, but not her:  " - I wanted to stretch my legs in front of me.   - I am sorry about that, but I can help you put it up in the overhead bin so you have mor...

Dear Passengers (Part 1)

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I will not complain about pouring Diet Cokes. Of course it annoys me that it takes so long for the bubbles to dissipate. It annoys you too, doesn't it? To have to wait an extra fifteen seconds for your Diet Coke while your neighbor already finished half his apple juice, but if that is what you really want, no problem with me. I have made peace with it. It is part of my job after all .... But I am OK with it, most days -:)  However, dear passenger, I don't grow fruits in the back of the plane to make fresh smoothies, and I cannot make an espresso at 30 000 feet in the air, let alone a macchiato topped with powdered cocoa. I couldn't even do this on firm ground sorry. So aside from serving you delightful Diet Coke and super amazing peanuts, and saving your life during an emergency, I don't have many talents. So next time, dear passenger, before asking me the unaskable, take a hard look at my uniform. Do you see a mechanic uniform? No. So why ask m...