Celebrities, deportees, murderers and drug traffickers
November 12th 2006 02:58
The life of a celebrity seems to involve forever travelling from one country to the next. The assumption that a hostie therefore gets to rub shoulders with, okay- serve chicken or beef to, the world’s rich and famous, is correct. My hostie friends have had the following ‘celebs’ on their flights and here is a summary of their opinions/ experiences:
-Anna Kournikova ; a gorgeous snob
-Michael Bolton ; friendly and flirtatious
-Kofi Annan ; the seat and TV system in first class crashed. How embarrassing
-Prince William ; charming and even more handsome in real life
-Peter Andre and Jordan ; freaks!
As for myself, I have greeted Archbishop Desmond Tutu at the plane door. He looked so ordinary and like a cute little grandpa that I didn’t recognise him. Humble man that he is, he had bought a seat in cattle class, but was soon upgraded to first class at the insistence of the hosties.
Another famous passenger was Aussie soccer player, Marco Bresciano. He didn’t talk or smile much. When he walked past the galley on his way to the bathroom and happened to see one of the hosties having a coughing fit because she ate food that was too hot, I think I saw a corner of his mouth raise everso slightly in what could have been a smile.
So it’s true, as a hostie you do get to meet celebrities. However, there are more chances of transporting less desirable passengers around the globe.
My old company seems to be the airline of choice for governments returning deportees to the countries they had tried to escape. Unfortunately, when deportees report feeling sick right after boarding, hosties have to treat them with suspicion. I have witnessed a desperate deportee fake having a fit in order to stay in the country where he was being banished from. He chewed aircraft soap to produce a frothing at the mouth affect.
On another eventful day in the life of a hostie, a friend’s flight from Melbourne to Singapore was suddenly diverted to Perth. The hosties were informed of the diversion but were not given a reason, the passengers were absolutely clueless. The plane landed into Perth, everyone was told to remain in their seats, the police stormed into the cabin, and a passenger/ murder suspect was arrested. An exciting and terrifying day for all.
And finally, a hostie’s adventures just wouldn’t be complete without a story about drug trafficking. A friend told me about a passenger who was found unconscious in his seat at the end of a flight. No matter how much the hosties poked and prodded attempting to wake the young man, he wouldn’t respond. When he was taken off to hospital they found he was carrying a very ‘valuable’ and very illegal substance in his stomach.
Hmmm. Suppose I can’t really complain my previous job was boring…
-Anna Kournikova ; a gorgeous snob
-Michael Bolton ; friendly and flirtatious
-Kofi Annan ; the seat and TV system in first class crashed. How embarrassing
-Prince William ; charming and even more handsome in real life
-Peter Andre and Jordan ; freaks!
As for myself, I have greeted Archbishop Desmond Tutu at the plane door. He looked so ordinary and like a cute little grandpa that I didn’t recognise him. Humble man that he is, he had bought a seat in cattle class, but was soon upgraded to first class at the insistence of the hosties.
Another famous passenger was Aussie soccer player, Marco Bresciano. He didn’t talk or smile much. When he walked past the galley on his way to the bathroom and happened to see one of the hosties having a coughing fit because she ate food that was too hot, I think I saw a corner of his mouth raise everso slightly in what could have been a smile.
So it’s true, as a hostie you do get to meet celebrities. However, there are more chances of transporting less desirable passengers around the globe.
My old company seems to be the airline of choice for governments returning deportees to the countries they had tried to escape. Unfortunately, when deportees report feeling sick right after boarding, hosties have to treat them with suspicion. I have witnessed a desperate deportee fake having a fit in order to stay in the country where he was being banished from. He chewed aircraft soap to produce a frothing at the mouth affect.
On another eventful day in the life of a hostie, a friend’s flight from Melbourne to Singapore was suddenly diverted to Perth. The hosties were informed of the diversion but were not given a reason, the passengers were absolutely clueless. The plane landed into Perth, everyone was told to remain in their seats, the police stormed into the cabin, and a passenger/ murder suspect was arrested. An exciting and terrifying day for all.
And finally, a hostie’s adventures just wouldn’t be complete without a story about drug trafficking. A friend told me about a passenger who was found unconscious in his seat at the end of a flight. No matter how much the hosties poked and prodded attempting to wake the young man, he wouldn’t respond. When he was taken off to hospital they found he was carrying a very ‘valuable’ and very illegal substance in his stomach.
Hmmm. Suppose I can’t really complain my previous job was boring…
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