Had an incident on a flight today, with this drunk, skanky methhead. It totally took me off-guard because in my prior contact with her, she was nice. She ordered a bloody mary, with lime. I happened to forget to give her the lime, and was about to move the cart down the aisle, when she reminded me about it. I apologized and she laughed and said that it was okay. I gave her the lime and continued my service.
Towards the end of the flight, when I got the 10 minute bell from the flight deck, I made my usual announcement that electronic devices need to be turned off, and that I would be coming around one last time with the trash bag, to collect garbage. Now, most people realize that when I say ONE LAST TIME, that means that they need to throw their cups away. Sometimes people are a pain in the ass about it, and want to nurse their drink until the friggin' landing gear comes down. There's a reason we need to collect the cups; so that if there's an emergency during landing, they won't be flying all over the place. It could also open the company up to lawsuits if someone is injured.
So, as I go down the aisle with the trash bag, I see that Lime Lady still has about a half-full glass. She's also got her iPod on. I decide to give her some extra time, so I continue to the back of the plane to collect garbage. I work my way back up to Lime Lady, and she still hasn't finished her drink. Here's the conversation:
Me: Ma'am, are you finished with your drink?
LL: (barely looks up from her magazine) No, I'm not.
Me: Okay well, I need to collect it now.
LL: (doesn't look at me at all) No, I'm not done.
Me: (feeling the anger rising, but don't feel like arguing) All right, but I'm going to have to take it, when I come around again.
LL: (continues reading magazine, and doesn't even acknowledge what I said)
SO, about 5 minutes later, I get the final approach bell from the flight deck. I make my announcement for tray tables to be up, seatbelts on, etc. I walk down the aisle, and sure enough, Lime Lady still has her iPod on and still has a half-full drink on her tray table. SIGH. Now, I can sense that this is going to get ugly. Here's the convo:
Me: Ma'am, I need to collect your drink now.
LL: No, I'm not done.
Me: (wtf?) I need to collect it now. We're getting ready to land. Your iPod also needs to be turned off.
LL: (ignores me and continues reading magazine)
Me: (I tap her on the shoulder) Ma'am.
LL: (finally looks up at me, and says, in a very snotty tone Are you new at this, or something?
Me: (Oh, no she didn't) No, as a matter of fact, I've been doing this for three years.
LL: Three years? Hm. (rolls her eyes, takes a little sip of her drink, and continues reading magazine)
Me: (now I'm fucking pissed) MA'AM! I need to take your cup, your iPod needs to turned off, and this tray table need to be up! We're getting ready to land.
LL: (huffs and puffs and finally finishes her drink, then throws it hard into the garbage bag) This is absolutely ridiculous! Terrible service!
Me: (at this point, I'm pissed and don't give a shit about this bitch) You are the RUDEST customer I've ever had.
And I walked away, back to the galley, got her name and seat number off of the passenger list, just in case she complains. I really don't give a crap. There were several passengers around her, who saw her giving me an attitude, including a flight attendant who was riding as a passenger. The flight attendant just shook her head in disgust, as she was exiting the plane, and said "That lady was a TRIP." I was just waiting for Lime Lady to say something on the way out, but she just had her head down and didn't make eye contact with me. I think she may have realized that her behavior was out of line.
I've had plenty of nasty passengers, but she was the rudest. It bugs the shit out of me that she BLATANTLY ignored me, and flat-out refused to do what I asked of her.
You ain't special bitch; the rules apply to you too! You don't like it, then don't fly our airline.
Towards the end of the flight, when I got the 10 minute bell from the flight deck, I made my usual announcement that electronic devices need to be turned off, and that I would be coming around one last time with the trash bag, to collect garbage. Now, most people realize that when I say ONE LAST TIME, that means that they need to throw their cups away. Sometimes people are a pain in the ass about it, and want to nurse their drink until the friggin' landing gear comes down. There's a reason we need to collect the cups; so that if there's an emergency during landing, they won't be flying all over the place. It could also open the company up to lawsuits if someone is injured.
So, as I go down the aisle with the trash bag, I see that Lime Lady still has about a half-full glass. She's also got her iPod on. I decide to give her some extra time, so I continue to the back of the plane to collect garbage. I work my way back up to Lime Lady, and she still hasn't finished her drink. Here's the conversation:
Me: Ma'am, are you finished with your drink?
LL: (barely looks up from her magazine) No, I'm not.
Me: Okay well, I need to collect it now.
LL: (doesn't look at me at all) No, I'm not done.
Me: (feeling the anger rising, but don't feel like arguing) All right, but I'm going to have to take it, when I come around again.
LL: (continues reading magazine, and doesn't even acknowledge what I said)
SO, about 5 minutes later, I get the final approach bell from the flight deck. I make my announcement for tray tables to be up, seatbelts on, etc. I walk down the aisle, and sure enough, Lime Lady still has her iPod on and still has a half-full drink on her tray table. SIGH. Now, I can sense that this is going to get ugly. Here's the convo:
Me: Ma'am, I need to collect your drink now.
LL: No, I'm not done.
Me: (wtf?) I need to collect it now. We're getting ready to land. Your iPod also needs to be turned off.
LL: (ignores me and continues reading magazine)
Me: (I tap her on the shoulder) Ma'am.
LL: (finally looks up at me, and says, in a very snotty tone Are you new at this, or something?
Me: (Oh, no she didn't) No, as a matter of fact, I've been doing this for three years.
LL: Three years? Hm. (rolls her eyes, takes a little sip of her drink, and continues reading magazine)
Me: (now I'm fucking pissed) MA'AM! I need to take your cup, your iPod needs to turned off, and this tray table need to be up! We're getting ready to land.
LL: (huffs and puffs and finally finishes her drink, then throws it hard into the garbage bag) This is absolutely ridiculous! Terrible service!
Me: (at this point, I'm pissed and don't give a shit about this bitch) You are the RUDEST customer I've ever had.
And I walked away, back to the galley, got her name and seat number off of the passenger list, just in case she complains. I really don't give a crap. There were several passengers around her, who saw her giving me an attitude, including a flight attendant who was riding as a passenger. The flight attendant just shook her head in disgust, as she was exiting the plane, and said "That lady was a TRIP." I was just waiting for Lime Lady to say something on the way out, but she just had her head down and didn't make eye contact with me. I think she may have realized that her behavior was out of line.
I've had plenty of nasty passengers, but she was the rudest. It bugs the shit out of me that she BLATANTLY ignored me, and flat-out refused to do what I asked of her.
You ain't special bitch; the rules apply to you too! You don't like it, then don't fly our airline.
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