The shit list
I AM SITTING on the jumpseat listening to a flight attendant friend talk about a recent visit to the doctor. Linda had gastrointestinal problems and ended up on the table having an embarrassing examination with a doctor she had never seen before. He asked her what she did for a living, and once he heard “flight attendant” and the airline she worked for, he proceeded to tell her all about his last flight on Delta. The flight was late! The flight attendants were miserable! The gate agent was rude! His luggage was lost! He HATES Delta and will never fly us again!
Poor Linda, lying on her side, being poked, prodded, tested, endured the examination and the doctor’s rant. She couldn’t do or say anything, except mutter under her breath, “Please, please don’t hurt me.”
After the doctor finished venting, he asked Linda details about her job. Where does she fly? How are her flights? Does she work international flights?
Linda and I come up with some answers for the next time:
The flights are shitty.
My schedule is crappy.
The work stinks.
Some passengers are real assholes.
