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."
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Things To Say On A Get Well Card
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Problems With Kidde Fire Alarms Chirping
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.
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.
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