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.
