Thanksgiving Day on the plane

Oh. My. God.

I am so glad this day is over.

Yes, I know it's Thanksgiving and all, but the passengers today were, well, rude rude rude.

Yesterday, Black Wednesday, was no problem. People were for the most part normal, and most importantly, we stayed on time. Today, not so much.

We had an extremely short overnight in Las Vegas. I got maybe 5 hours sleep. You all know how much I love my sleep. First leg out of Vegas, this age 60-something man comes on board and the first thing he says to me is "Must suck to be you". I ask him what makes him say that. He says, "Because you have to work on Thanksgiving". I then tell him that if I weren't working how would he get to where he needed to go and for his information, I CHOSE to work on Thanksgiving. Sheesh. Good morning to you to.

Then we get to Sacramento and they take away our perfectly good airplane. We sit for 2 hours waiting for them to fix another plane for us, but in the end, they just take someone else's plane away from them and give it to us.

That leg to Burbank was fine. But once we started boarding from Burbank to Vegas all hell seemed to break loose. We were going to be full. They load from the back and the front in Burbank. Lots of carryons. I asked for bag tags. Didn't get them. Had about 15 bags in the back galley waiting to be checked. Then a man got into it with the other flight attendant because he was saving 2 whole rows for family. That's a big no no. When we finally got out of there, I had a raging headache. Flight was going fine until we began final descent. I was picking up trash in the middle of the aisle. It was bumpy. All the passengers had been asked to remain seated. This man comes up and tries to shove past me. I told him he needed to go back to his seat. He says he has to pee. I told him we were on final descent and again reiterated he needed to go sit down. He then told me he was going to pee no matter what and PUSHED me. Well, you do not under any circumstances push me. I very sternly told him to stop immediately and return to his seat. When I turned around he squeezed by me and went in the lav. When he came out he demanded to know my name. I told him and he said he was going to file a complaint because I was pushy. I reminded him it was he who pushed me, and by doing so he was interfering with/assaulting a crewmember, not to mention he was up and about when the seatbelt sign was on.

Those are federal laws, buddy. And you violated them. So go ahead and write your complaint letter. I was doing my job. And that's what SWA will tell you.

Then on the last flight we had a paranoid chick. According to her, everyone was acting "suspicious". And then there was the crazy chick in the orange shirt that FREAKED when you reached for her trash. She put her arms around it like her life depended on it. Chill, woman...

Also on that flight it was freezing in the back of the airplane. So I called and had the pilots warm it up. But on the older planes, when it's cold in the back, that means it's normal temp in the front. So when you warm up the back, the front gets really. hot. So a few minutes after I called up front, people sitting in the front started ringing the call button to report that it "got hot all of a sudden and maybe an engine was on fire". Whatever.

Then this creepy old man came to the back and just stood there in the galley and started asking us all these personal questions. Where do we live, what's our names, where are we based, what hotel do we stay at... Like I'm really going to tell a stranger that.

Finally we got here. Oh, yeah, I traded my trip once more the other night. I'm in STL for Thanksgiving.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Only 2 legs tomorrow...