“Yeah. U.S. airlines get around this by hiring only unioninzed grannies and gays.”
Long ago I made a comment on a travel site about how Asian airlines try to please their CUSTOMERS, rather than Helen Thomas types. Boy did I get blasted.
Far friendlier here!
We’re here for you, man.
And exactly when did stewardesses in this country get so f_cking
cranky? I know it’s a tough job — there’s got to be a thousand
different ways to tie that neckerchief, but why piss on me, huh?
You know, the worst thing about it is they don’t even come clean with you
and tell you how much they hate you. They treat you with that highly
contrived air of mock civility, that tight, pursed-lip grin where they
nod agreement with everything you say.
You know right behind that face plate they barely tolerate your very existence. I’d rather they just come out in the open and say, “Hey, listen, _sshole: when I was eighteen years old, I made a horrible vocational error, all right? I
turned in my entire adult life for cheap airfare to Barbados. Now I’ve got hair with the tensile strength of Elsa Lanchester in ‘Bride of Frankenstein.’ I haven’t met Mr. Right. I’m a waitress in a bad restaurant at thirty thousand feet. Jam your Diet Slice up your _ss, all right?”
At least show me something. Come down the aisle like the
old broad in ‘From Russia with Love’ with the knife point coming out of her shoe. “Peanuts, Mr. Bond?”
-Dennis Miller