Ridiculous Requests (Part 2)
November 10th 2006 02:52
I guess after years of trolley dollying one gets accustomed to hearing unreasonable requests from passengers. However, sometimes requests can reach such high levels of absurdity, you cannot help but pull a face of incredulity and/or roll your eyes, fully aware you are breaking the rules of ‘hostie etiquette’.
One day my hostie flatmate came home from work shaking her head in disbelief and gnashing her teeth in infuriation. On that day’s flight, a business class lady behaving as if she was royalty, called my flatmate over in a state of anxiety. According to the lady, the music from a fellow passenger’s ipod was “too loud”, causing her much distress, and would my flatmate “ask him to turn the volume down”. The young man listening to his ipod at what would be considered an acceptable volume, was sitting on the opposite side of the cabin. My flatmate nodded her head in comprehension and went about doing more important duties.
In a similarly ridiculous incident, a lady in business class asked me to explain to the gentleman sitting beside her that his arm was taking up too much space on the armrest that they shared. She said that he wasn’t able to understand English and would I please find a steward/ess who spoke his language. Well, the man did understand at least a little bit of English, and there is such a thing as using body language to communicate something as easy as ‘get your fat arm off my part of the armrest’. I nodded my head in comprehension and went about doing more important duties.
On another flight, in business class again, there was a really annoying family who incessantly pressed the call bell. The hosties attended to their non-stop requests for drinks, snacks, magazines, eyeshades, socks etc. When the call bell rang for the 20th time, I was the unlucky sod whose turn it was to see what the hell they wanted this time. The head of the family, a middle-aged corpulent man, sat at his seat, sweeping his feet across the floor- ‘I can’t find my shoes. You get them for me.’ I turned on his reading light, glanced at the floor, said ‘I can’t see them’ and walked away from the lazy bastard.
Seriously, who do these people think they are??!!
One day my hostie flatmate came home from work shaking her head in disbelief and gnashing her teeth in infuriation. On that day’s flight, a business class lady behaving as if she was royalty, called my flatmate over in a state of anxiety. According to the lady, the music from a fellow passenger’s ipod was “too loud”, causing her much distress, and would my flatmate “ask him to turn the volume down”. The young man listening to his ipod at what would be considered an acceptable volume, was sitting on the opposite side of the cabin. My flatmate nodded her head in comprehension and went about doing more important duties.
In a similarly ridiculous incident, a lady in business class asked me to explain to the gentleman sitting beside her that his arm was taking up too much space on the armrest that they shared. She said that he wasn’t able to understand English and would I please find a steward/ess who spoke his language. Well, the man did understand at least a little bit of English, and there is such a thing as using body language to communicate something as easy as ‘get your fat arm off my part of the armrest’. I nodded my head in comprehension and went about doing more important duties.
On another flight, in business class again, there was a really annoying family who incessantly pressed the call bell. The hosties attended to their non-stop requests for drinks, snacks, magazines, eyeshades, socks etc. When the call bell rang for the 20th time, I was the unlucky sod whose turn it was to see what the hell they wanted this time. The head of the family, a middle-aged corpulent man, sat at his seat, sweeping his feet across the floor- ‘I can’t find my shoes. You get them for me.’ I turned on his reading light, glanced at the floor, said ‘I can’t see them’ and walked away from the lazy bastard.
Seriously, who do these people think they are??!!
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