For the next 2 minutes I imagine a narrative where I tear down the boarding bridge, knock this guy out behind the knees, careen over him to get to the last remaining seat, and jump into it just as the door closes and we taxi away.
In this age of crowd-sourced living, isn’t it time we crowd-sourced meetings? Shouldn’t there be a collective site where people from all industries can post meetings for which they need representation, and do not currently have resources allocated for said representation, or better yet do not currently have the emotional bandwidth for said representation?
I feel for her: I’ve never been a flight attendant, but I spent more than a decade waiting tables at the Jersey shore, and have had my fair share of verbal abuse from disgruntled customers. She’s handling it with class, saying nothing and keeping her cool, but I know she’s getting frustrated.
What is it about the narrow aisle and the distance from floor to ceiling that eliminates all sense of grace and capability? I’ve seen finely dressed women in 3-inch heels fall to their knees attempting to muscle up their suitcases, I’ve seen passengers give the little old lady a dirty look as she tries to get her bag into the compartment and inadvertently drops it on the head of an unsuspecting spectator, and sometimes I’ve seen gentlemen emerge, put their uncertainty aside and offer to help a gal such as myself.