The grinch
I AM GREETING passengers at the boarding door. It is Christmastime. “Happy holidays,” I say with political correctness. One man looks at me and sneers, “Bah humbug!”
“Bah humbug,” I repeat, amused. “Bah humbug? But it’s Christmas! Have you finished your Christmas shopping?” I ask.
“Haven’t even started it,” he answers with a scowl.
“Surely you’ve mailed your Christmas cards,” I inquire with a smile on my face.
“Sent a few emails,” he snarls.
“Did you bake some Christmas cookies?” I continue my line of questioning, chuckling.
“No, but I ate some,” he hisses.
He turns and walks towards his seat.
I continue greeting passengers, wondering why people think it is OK to unload their discontent on flight attendants.