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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