Changing lanes…


When settling into your seat to watch the flight attendant deliver the safety demonstration, have you ever thought about what life is like for that flight attendant?
Maybe you havent. Or maybe you have. And if so you may have thought, hmmm they must travel in one of life’s fast lanes. Paris one week, Rome the week after and possibly London and New York the week after that.
From someone who travelled in that lane for close to 25 years, that’s pretty much it in a nutshell. Well the good bits anyway.
Yep I can tell you, I enjoyed lagers in London, parties in Paris and slings in Singapore. But aside from having a great time, being a flight attendant was also exciting, rewarding and at times, very humbling.
Sipping caprioskas whilst watching a Roman sunset is exciting.
Watching snowflakes search for a place to land amongst the skyscrapers of New York, claiming the soil of Ground Zero as their final resting place as did some 2000 souls on 9/11, is humbling.
And seeing a child totally enthralled by the fact that you, the flight attendant have captured clouds in a teapot, is rewarding. (Dry ice + water = instant clouds).
But being a flight attendant can also be very comical.
For instance, try telling an Indian man that the sanitary napkin you gave to the woman sitting next to him was something he really didn’t need?
My words were to no avail as his reply, with a swift roll of his head went a little like this. ‘No, I’ll be thinking you’ll be not understanding me madam, I’ll be saying that I’ll be wanting what she is having’ as his head again rolled from side to side.
I repeated my words, but they were in vain for he seemed relentless in his pursuit, so in the end I gave up and gave him his much needed package, and as I passed it over I wondered just what he would do with the contents.
On my next walk through the cabin, my question was answered.
There he was, sitting ever so proudly, with a very large,very white, sanitary napkin firmly placed across his eyes!
He had peeled off the adhesive label and quite obviously decided that this strange white object was the latest design in airline eye masks. At that moment, between holding back fits of laughter, I was so thankful that he didn’t discover the little white numbers that were housed in the same package and decide to use them as ‘earplugs’.
Ah yes, flying truly was a beautiful blend of the good, the bad and the downright ridiculous. And for those of you who have aspirations to try life in that fast lane, I strongly encourage it. I lived in that lane for many years, and loved it. Then I began to question which lane was really the more important one to travel in, fast or family?
So now instead of sipping cappuccinos in Rome, seeing rhinos in the wilds of Africa and waking to the sounds of street hawkers in Singapore, I now wake to the sounds of my beautiful children starting the day and my beloved Stanley panting excitedly and the prospect of going for his daily walk.
Yes, I was hostie and I lived in the fast lane, but I chose to put my indicator on and change lanes.

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10 thoughts on “Changing lanes…

    • Thanks, wish now I’d kept a diary or at least written more moments down as they happened. Enjoy your flying days.

  1. Excellent post!! And yes, I’ve often thought about what flight attendants’ lives are like…some of them seem as though they could be great friends under different circumstances. So nice when they’ve got a bit of humor, the ones who gave me a few free drinks because I was stuck with two unaccompanied very small children all the way across America…and the ones who gave me a bottle of champagne of my own when they learned I’d just gotten engaged and added “better you than us! good luck with that! haha!” Good for you with switching lanes, I did the same thing!

    • Thanks Erica. Funny thing is that the majority do have a sense of humour, well the ones I have worked with. More often than not, it is fatigue that makes us a little grumpy. And yes, I have done the champagne giveaway on many occasions and also upgrades. A lady once asked me, very politely if there were any window seats. There were none in economy, so I told her yes, follow me, and took her through the curtain to First. The look on her face made my day, and obviously hers. 😉

    • I can fully identify with that. Actually I wish I had kept a diary of the many incidents and comments that I was privy to. Thanks for your comment and for dropping by my blog.

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