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body scanners - no thanks.

I do not want a body scanner.

And certainly not now, so soon after the holidays, where I'm trying to lose fat at Christmas angefutterte again. As long as I wear namely my uniform a size up - I look the same as before, but among them is still room for my Christmas Plautz. With the body scanner, but then everyone sees.

silicone breasts I can probably bend it. Just as the butt implant. And in 30 years, we laugh in the security of my artificial hip joint. The day then? Och Lower Austrian

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airport Frankfurt.

Who actually to blame for my career choice? I say, the Frankfurt airport. Well, I can not think of a few visits to my childhood - and particularly the feeling am truly cosmopolitan city on the (then still small for me) to have landed the world. Be a part of it, I've been at that time probably made.

Frankfurt airport fascinates me still, now for other reasons. From architectural point of Frankfurt airport is a disaster, and with each order, export or production will be surprised as an employee or passenger with a new atrocity. met my childish projects at some point every corner of this huge complex to have has vanished into thin air long ago. And even now I am one of those people who avoid it wherever possible, to fly on private trips from Frankfurt. Too great anxiety to know when getting in Terminal B, that the connecting flight takes place on the A40, boarding in ten minutes.

Frankfurt-injured Know what follows: in sneakers, Trolley strapped and without regard for the loss of any other PAXs away down the stairs through the tunnel with the meditation lighting and the soothing effect is to end music (bring along the way one's own aggression to unexpected highs) on the always broken career then along the stairs leading to the rear by gaaaaanz corner him until finally the Gate A40 on the horizon - by then a certain "The flight is closed" at the gate to pick up.
next flight from A05. So again: legs in the hand and go.

What are your experiences at Frankfurt Airport?

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board announcements.

... I know the announcement is bad old - I have recently tweeted already. However, I can not stop talking about me die laughing.


announcement Air Berlin

reminds me so the announcement of my own private travel with Air Berlin. Somehow I always fly with captains who think of themselves, they had a hidden talent Moderator, just waiting to be discovered one day on board a media mogul. And how can you make the best attention to themselves as possible to use every available opportunity? Unfortunately, I had forgotten my earplugs that day - and so I got the whole flight with cockpit announcements subtitles. The seventh message in the two-hour flight, I've stopped counting and the rest give me my fate.

("? Ham or cheese," Oh yes, and who has always wondered how really looks like - I was the model for's movies.)

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Unaccompanied Minors.

If Dad and Mom live three thousand kilometers apart, they spend as a child of divorce necessarily a lot of time on the plane. Sometimes so much that some unaccompanied children have been of primary school age have a frequent flyer status that so many adults can turn green with envy. Accordingly, a flight is as interesting as a trip in a bus from Bad Salzuflen gelangweiligten and the children's faces, in which one looks, it can easily compete with any pissed-arrogant consultants from the business class.

Well, I let myself float by as much as professional childcare fun Erin course not impressed, and still go to everything, so expect our toy box.
(Extra whispering children.) "Naaa, what do you want to play ...?"
(uncomprehending look.) "..."
"I have a coloring book, a puzzle ..."
"I already know."
"Maybe you want to sink the playing cards, or boats?"
"no."
"The puzzle book?"
"no."
"Or the Sudoku?
(now visibly annoyed.) "NO!"
"Or perhaps you prefer the finger puppet, right? Hmm, or what else to read? What?"
(now all grown up.) "Well, I'll take a mirror."

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A seafaring is funny ...

I hate turbulence. Yeah, right, and flight attendants can not get anything permanent rocking. Apart from the fact that you do not particularly elegant figure, if you down with his barrel-heavy beverage cart and oscillates as it would have emptied quietly even before the flight, the drawer with the minis (the little liquor bottles) - I will just make you ill. Usually I can only by increased caffeine intake to keep alive the early shift, which my stomach But I resent, and so happened the morning at six strong turbulence in connection with two liters of coffee, a rather unpleasant flight experience.

unpleasant it was to the little girl yesterday that passed in the most rickety flight so had to, felt that in two thousand feet, just before touch-down, the parents operated their call button to total expenditure. I was afraid the little darling, filed by litter bags, which were always present in abundance, but, honestly, is expecting guests, what to do about a half minutes before landing, a flight attendant, if one is strapped already sitting on his chair? Quickly bring a glass of water, dab the end, the bag hold? And then end up standing up and break his neck? Ultimately, everything was so bad, the girl had after landing their normal complexion back and the parents - of yes, the parents handed me full of pride, the bulging moist air sickness bag. And in times of swine flu. But what has shocked me more, my very own cabin crew reflex was: Of course, the still-warm hand for the barf bag stretch out, put the Blendamed smile and whistle from the tone of utter conviction, a friendly "thank you".

how much I have internalized the idea of service was now, I realize or no meaning. I thank you even polite, if someone hands me his stomach contents into his hand. Learned is learned.

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PAXs.

Some situations have become flying milled in my memory so that you could probably even get me in the middle of the night with a single exclamation from a deep sleep: PAXs.

In our multi-week cabin crew course, which actually had the task of preparing for our future activity - which, however, should still prove to be wrong - I had thanks to a large Latinum nor the presumption that the word "Pax" has its origin in the Latin word 'pax' = peace would have. That's right, I thought then, I'm service-oriented, always smiling, cheerful flight attendant what could be more than just friendly and peaceful passengers. And that is why passengers on the plane would be called jargon "PAXs.

Ha. Not likely. In the following years I was pushed again and again with the nose that my etymological explanations applies well not all the guests. And sometimes a jolt runs through my weary limbs, when drives up during a relaxing break between two flights, the passenger bus crammed full, and someone screams loudly through the abandoned plane: PAAAAAXEEEE!

the show begins.