Thursday, May 17

Caution - RANT ahead...

So I sat down and figured out that if I fly my regular trip (double Vegas turn) and all my flights are full (yay company) I am getting paid approximately 42 cents per passenger. Forty two cents. Granted, the majority of the passengers are well behaved, they follow the rules, they buckle their seatbelt. The majority of them know what's going on around them. But about 10% of them, well they are just plane (hehe) ridiculous...


-Seatbelt? What's that? Why do you need to see the buckle? It's just a seatbelt. I swear it was buckled before you checked.

-What do you mean by bag under? I mean, if my feet are perched on top it's more comfortable. It's not my fault your bins are so small and nothing fits. My bag isn't bothering me.You can go away now, it's fine on my lap.

-But my carry-on always fits. Yeah, I know you could make my bag into a home because it is large enough to fit both flight attendants but I'm sure I can get it under the seat. What did you do, shrink your bins? This bag fit on my flight last week.

-Turn it off? You mean airplane mode, right? What do you mean by all the way off? I pushed the button & the screen went black, isn't that good enough? You've got to be kidding me with this whole 'off' thing.

-My kid has to be in a seatbelt? Of their own? But they let me hold her on the last flight. If I put her down she'll just start screaming. You better apologize to the other passengers for the screaming since I can't hold her. Oh, and can you tell her to buckle up because she won't listen to me.

-I paid for a first class seat and I deserve to put all of my luggage in your closet and take up each and every overhead bin with my other bags. Oh, and I want your name because you didn't hang up my coat the second I stepped on the plane, and where is my beverage!


And you wonder why there are days when my patience is pretty much non-existent. Or why I sometimes just look around in complete awe and walk away without saying a word. Human ridiculousness seems to have no boundaries. So, forty-two cents. Big money. I can't even wash a load of laundry with that change.

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