And please while your wheeling the food and liquor cart down the isle, try not to crush any arms and elbows. Last time I flew, the waitress almost took my arm off, and then looked at me with murder in her eyes forcing a smile only Charlie Manson would appreciate. I just smiled, holding back my bending pain, hoping she wasn't a terrorist with a new job.
Good luck.
"And please while your wheeling the food and liquor cart down the isle, try not to crush any arms and elbows."You know, it's funny; on my recent familiarization flight, I noticed that it could be a little bit of an issue with those sitting in the aisles. Gotta luv narrow aisles eh? If it makes you feel, we won't be careening down the aisle with a 60+lb cart ;-) I promise.