CA1900
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I'm usually very patient and nice to people when they come up and ask me questions while I'm in uniform. After all, I'm seen as someone who should, at least theoretically, be able to help them in an airport. So I try, as best I can. But the following happened off-duty, before work...
I finally lost it in the hotel the other day. I woke up later than I wanted -- I had about half an hour to shower, get dressed, pack, get downstairs, and hopefully have a little time for a quick breakfast in the hotel. I rushed, and got downstairs with 7 minutes until van time. Just enough -- or so I thought.
As soon as I get downstairs, I run into my FO and two little old ladies at the table next to ours. I politely said "good morning" as I headed to the cereal dispenser, and the questions started.
"Where are you going?" "Where'd you fly in from?" "Oh, that's a nice place; our bus will be going through there today." "Who do you work for?"
I made small talk as I made my cereal and poured a cup of coffee to go. Then I sat down and took a bite. About 5 minutes until van time. Bite #2, one chew, and the questions continue.
"So, do you fly the big planes?" I shake my head no and keep chewing.
"Is it one of those puddle jumpers?"
"So, what kind of plane do you fly?"
I can't take it anymore. I finish chewing my bite as she stares at me, waiting patiently for my reply. "Ma'am, I'm not trying to be rude, but I have exactly 4 minutes before I need to be on my way to work. I got four hours of sleep, a long day ahead, and this is the only food I'm going to get to sustain me for about 6 more hours. I just don't have time to talk right now."
Eyes go wide. "What, so you don't want me to talk to you, then?"
"Uhhhh... no. Sorry."
The more I thought about it, the madder I got. First I was mad at her for interrupting me, repeatedly, when I was very clearly trying to eat.
Then I felt bad for snapping at a little old lady.
Then I got mad at myself for feeling bad, when she was the one who couldn't take a hint!
I'm going to start putting my shoulder boards and ID on in the van. Sheesh.
I finally lost it in the hotel the other day. I woke up later than I wanted -- I had about half an hour to shower, get dressed, pack, get downstairs, and hopefully have a little time for a quick breakfast in the hotel. I rushed, and got downstairs with 7 minutes until van time. Just enough -- or so I thought.
As soon as I get downstairs, I run into my FO and two little old ladies at the table next to ours. I politely said "good morning" as I headed to the cereal dispenser, and the questions started.
"Where are you going?" "Where'd you fly in from?" "Oh, that's a nice place; our bus will be going through there today." "Who do you work for?"
I made small talk as I made my cereal and poured a cup of coffee to go. Then I sat down and took a bite. About 5 minutes until van time. Bite #2, one chew, and the questions continue.
"So, do you fly the big planes?" I shake my head no and keep chewing.
"Is it one of those puddle jumpers?"
"So, what kind of plane do you fly?"
I can't take it anymore. I finish chewing my bite as she stares at me, waiting patiently for my reply. "Ma'am, I'm not trying to be rude, but I have exactly 4 minutes before I need to be on my way to work. I got four hours of sleep, a long day ahead, and this is the only food I'm going to get to sustain me for about 6 more hours. I just don't have time to talk right now."
Eyes go wide. "What, so you don't want me to talk to you, then?"
"Uhhhh... no. Sorry."
The more I thought about it, the madder I got. First I was mad at her for interrupting me, repeatedly, when I was very clearly trying to eat.
Then I felt bad for snapping at a little old lady.
Then I got mad at myself for feeling bad, when she was the one who couldn't take a hint!
I'm going to start putting my shoulder boards and ID on in the van. Sheesh.
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