I am a very happy girl as I just got back from another last-minute assigned Brussels trip. (I don’t think schedulers are used to flight attendants saying “I love you!” when they get unexpected calls!)
When I see my friends, I sometimes get the question, “So, did you have any drama on your flight?” and they are disappointed if I say no. When I arrived in Brussels yesterday, I didn’t have much to tell them. Today, however, we had proper drama. First came a call over the PA from the head of our crew for medical personnel. When I asked what was going on, I heard there was a lady “with something stuck in her.” Wha…? The details remain a bit disjointed (since I “maintained service” and was thus not directly involved) but apparently this young woman was returning from working in Africa…hadn’t eaten in 3 days…and had some abdominal discomfort. How these details all tie together, I’m not sure. But what did she do? …She decided to try to give herself an enema…On. The. Airplane.
Oh yes. Normally, that would merely be a stunning show of extremely…weird…judgment. But somehow this lady had problems with the enema, and ended up requiring medical care.
I also had the nicest hasidic man on my side. Very often we have problems with the hasidic passengers. No disrespect to them as a group, but the fact is they often just ignore us and our pleas to cooperate. They stand in the aisles all day, blocking the carts, blocking the movie screens, clogging every open corner and galley, letting their kids ransack their row like it’s a trash dump. There is no problem when they speak to us, tell us when they want to pray and ask for convenient spots. But really, most often they just do what they want. Then passengers get freaked out because their appearance and prayer habits can be alarming if you’re not used to to it, and we get irritable because they are very uncooperative. Anyhow, this day I had the nicest man who actually sought me out to apologize for not speaking to me previously when I had (unknowingly) spoke to him while he was praying. (They are not allowed to, I now learn.) I hadn’t been offended as I am accustomed to not really understanding their treatment and just let it go. But I was touched at his unusual effort to reach out and be polite. I spent a great deal of time helping him and his friend locate kosher items to eat. My partner rolled his eyes at me but I assured him the men were terribly nice. (That’s F/A speak for “worth any trouble”.)
When I got up form my nap a couple hours later my partner said, “your little friend…!” Turns out, after I went down my Hasidic passenger began going around the cabin asking people if they were Jewish, asking if they would like to have a service. He asked my partner if he could “wrap up” another passenger near the galley (with the Hasidic items they use in prayer) and next thing we know he had 4 people wrapped up! Then he wandered up to Business Class and started up, when approached asked if he could go to the cockpit to ask the pilots if they were Jewish! (Had he ever heard of 9/11?)
Anyhow, the guy was harmless, and once I came back in the cabin he gave no more hijinks. I guess he liked me. Regardless, we had our entertainment for the day. And I’m guessing my friends aren’t disappointed.