this JUST happened
my seat: 25D, aisle seat, second to last row.
all overhead compartments in my area filled.
above me, the compartment above seat 25D: one carry-on size rolling piece with the handle extended and placed sideways in the compartment, so that no other pieces of luggage can fit inside with it.
the dialogue was as follows:
me: [as i reached for the oddly-placed piece] why is this sideways?
flight attendanct: [sternly] don't touch my bag.
me: [caught off guard] excuse me, what? this is yours?
fa: yes, you can put your bag in one of the other bins that are empty. [granted, those bins were aisle 21 and lower so i had to backtrack through traffic]
me: [innocently, still jarred] so why isn't this compartment closed?
fa: [loudly] do you want to stay on this plane?
me: [short shocked pause] are you serious right now?
fa: [louder] i will have you removed from this plane right now if you don't sit down and stop talking to me!
me: [as if the floor fell from under me] that is so uncalled for.
in the short time i had to register what was actually happening in my life at that moment, many thoughts ran through my head:
-you take your job too seriously.
-how often do you molest passengers like this?
-wtf?
-is it worth having my blood pressure go sky-high after being escorted off the plane because i put you in your place?
-it's not like i said bomb on an airplane! bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb!
-i have to get home and pack for tallahassee, i can't afford to stay another night in dc, although it'd be fun.
-i want to smack you in the face.
-no, seriously, wtf?
needless to say, i'm writing a kick-ass complaint. comped flights should fall into my lap soon.
bitch.
all overhead compartments in my area filled.
above me, the compartment above seat 25D: one carry-on size rolling piece with the handle extended and placed sideways in the compartment, so that no other pieces of luggage can fit inside with it.
the dialogue was as follows:
me: [as i reached for the oddly-placed piece] why is this sideways?
flight attendanct: [sternly] don't touch my bag.
me: [caught off guard] excuse me, what? this is yours?
fa: yes, you can put your bag in one of the other bins that are empty. [granted, those bins were aisle 21 and lower so i had to backtrack through traffic]
me: [innocently, still jarred] so why isn't this compartment closed?
fa: [loudly] do you want to stay on this plane?
me: [short shocked pause] are you serious right now?
fa: [louder] i will have you removed from this plane right now if you don't sit down and stop talking to me!
me: [as if the floor fell from under me] that is so uncalled for.
in the short time i had to register what was actually happening in my life at that moment, many thoughts ran through my head:
-you take your job too seriously.
-how often do you molest passengers like this?
-wtf?
-is it worth having my blood pressure go sky-high after being escorted off the plane because i put you in your place?
-it's not like i said bomb on an airplane! bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb-bomb!
-i have to get home and pack for tallahassee, i can't afford to stay another night in dc, although it'd be fun.
-i want to smack you in the face.
-no, seriously, wtf?
needless to say, i'm writing a kick-ass complaint. comped flights should fall into my lap soon.
bitch.