nozzles must indeed be fit. So today I was in the gym. Arrived, my bags and clothes made of - and: forget sports shirt. Do I have probably kept on my street shirt. Shit, I thought. Great shit. Actually that happens to me only when flying and not private. I suffer from acute namely, truly live extremely debilitating forgetfulness. But only when you fly. I forget everything. Let all my possessions lie, not lashed tight to my body. What I do not have it all on various hotel rooms or in Flyer password? Cell phones, gloves, ID card (Hach, there's 'to be a nice story: I was in the hotel' forget ne underwear next to it And both, after it has passed through the hands of many hotel employees, neatly packaged in an envelope from a colleague brought. . What I got was ashamed), under the blanket crumpled socks, uniform blouse, uniform cloths, jewelry -. the list is endless. Fortunately, there are good spirits, which ensure that most of my possessions back passes. (Thank you, dear colleagues, maid and cleaner!) And my recurring fear that I might one day without pants appear to serve is also no coincidence. Is in fact already happened that I first noticed the middle of the service that I put to the service two west. Or the pants in certain places already dangerously thin through.
Now I've often thought about why I am so forgetful. Is this a disease? A virus? Is it contagious? Or I'm just trantütig? Since I'm really forgetful only way, it must have something to do with aviation. First, it could be my laziness that makes me forget things like: "Could you bring me some coffee?" "Yeah, sure, I would." And ... Oops. Already forgotten. The coffee never existed. Then there are the flying is really all established procedures, in which one can easily succumb, at least in the cabin of seduction, his brain and just off. And much is redundant, especially in the cockpit, such as reading the checklists in flight. "Haste the gear down that?" "Yes." "Real?" "Jahaaa yet." "Down Okay, gear, checked." (Interpreted-free. I call now time artistic freedom.) In the cabin is the same as well organized everything. Aaaalles. Up to insert the pre-coffee bag. Always with the seam up. Recently. Generations of flight attendants have been trained so that is the bag with the seam down on them. To receive delivery of us decided to coffee roasters to fill a little less coffee in his bag. Wilde discussions occurred. Too little coffee powder in the bag? No, it's can not lie. If anything, the nozzles are to blame. The bag was easy for years turned upside down. And that was followed by several publications that we should become familiar in word and image with the new coffee bag insertion procedure. The coffee in the bag but this has not yet increased. And the coffee was thinner than ever.
Oh yes, I am the way today after after exercise in a vest at home. This is where I live, almost hip again. Just like grandpa's old training suit made Balloon silk. Or Aunt Jutta's tattered dress shine. The colleagues who compose our uniforms regulation should perhaps spend before the next update a few days here. And inspire a little can. For more freedom in the uniform design. Just in case I forget but sometimes the pants.
