My Own Private Purgatory

So here I am. First time on a plane all to myself. Well almost all to myself. There is a flight attendant.

She was having a bad day. Due to flight delays she is only on her 3rd instead of her fifth flight. She will get home late. She is mildly upset. She had no one else to talk to.

I must have looked for a moment as if I wanted to chat. I did not. But for the entire 45 minutes of that flight she did. Nonstop.

She complained to me about all the passengers over the past few days that had been complaining to her. She went on to tell me a story of a female passenger that called her over and just started talking about her travel plans. Eventually this woman asked when the plane, which was late would leave. “Well”, my flight companion complained, “doesn’t she understand that there was nothing that I could do.” There was nothing I could do…to make her stop.

She went on to complain to me about others who had had the audacity to complain to her. Obviously the irony of this was lost on her. Not on me, I guarantee.

She managed to take a potentially first class experience for me and made it coach.  regional jet coach.

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4 Responses to My Own Private Purgatory

  1. Pax Romano says:

    I feel your pain. Sometimes I think I have that “Father Confessor” look as I often find people willing to spill their guts to me at the most inopportune times.

  2. 48facets says:

    Given what you do for a living I understand why YOU might emit a “talk to me ” aura. I have no idea why it happens top me. I guesss I could have picked up a magazine and pretended to read or closed my eyes. With this woman at that time it is not clear that it would have made a difference.

  3. I must admit, I do dislike small talk.

    If I am in a taxi or getting my hair cut. I sit there in hope that they wont try to strike up conversation.

    I sometimes feel bad about this but I can’t help it.

  4. 48facets says:

    Richard, I think it is the worst when a stranger has you cornered and does not even care enough to ask if you want to converse.

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