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November 12, 2000, 04:06 PM
Did ya ever have ”one of THOSE days”? You know…worse than “a bad hair day”. This is what happened to me on November 10, 2000…
The day started innocently enough. I woke up to the sound of the hotel alarm clock…still dark outside. I hurriedly fixed my coffee, took my shower, put my make-up on, and got dressed. I arrive downstairs to the lobby on time for the hotel van to the airport. My crew and I get on the aircraft, ready to start the first leg of the three legs scheduled for the day.
First leg…
I’m talking with one of the pilots and notice that he keeps glancing down at my feet, and I’m thinking that he either has a foot fetish, or I must have some really cool looking shoes on. Just as we start to board the passengers, I looked down at my feet to see what was so interesting and…**gasp**…I realized I had put my pantyhose on BACKWARDS!! The heels were in the front of my ankles, making fluffy puffy looking thingies…like I had some sort of rounded growth protruding from the front of both ankles.
No time to fix the problem, so I just had to ‘deal with it’. While doing the safety demo, I noticed several passengers looking at my feet, some staring longer than others.
At last…the first leg was over and I fixed my pantyhose.
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The second leg…
Just mostly minor irritations that just keep adding up. You know the kind I mean.
You pop open a soda can and have the contents spray over you and the surrounding passengers.
You’re in a rush and you grab something out of the oven, forgetting that it’s still hot as blazes…so you’re wondering if it will just stay red, or will turn into a blister.
You’re walking back to the galley with an armful of trays, not knowing that a glass of milk has overturned and is soaking the front of your uniform and realizing you will smell like sour milk in the near future.
I think you get the picture.
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Finally, last leg…
Not much longer until this day is over! We finished our service with just enough time to quickly eat a left-over meal. I chose the pasta with cheese and marinara sauce. Big mistake. As I was hastily chewing and swallowing, I felt a piece of cheese going down my throat. Problem was that the rest of that piece of cheese was still in my mouth, and a thick stringy piece of cheese was still connecting the two.
Have you ever tried to breathe with warm cheese partially blocking your airways?…like a rubber band bouncing up and down in your throat, you can’t swallow it and you can’t bring it back up.
I was trying to quietly get the cheese out of my throat and breathe at the same time. “ack…ack, ack”. The other F/A, munching her own meal, looks over at me with a puzzled look. I just smile, turn my back to her, and continued to try to clear my throat before I passed out. “Ack…Ack, Ack”, a little louder this time. The other F/A said, “Did you say something?”. With my back still to her, I gave a small wave of my hand and said, “Nahga”…which I hoped she understood as “No”.
OK, this was starting to get serious. With visions of paramedics standing over my unconscious body, I gave it one more try. “wah-HAAACK!! ack…Ack, AAACK!!”. Then, with a hard swallow, followed by a gurgle and a burp, the cheese string broke! I was so relieved, I completely ignored the startled look on the other F/A’s face as I took a deep breath.
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As I sat on my jumpseat for landing, thinking about the day, I thought to myself, “Why me?”.
I’m just now recovering from it.
*sigh* So…did ya ever have…“one of THOSE days”?
The day started innocently enough. I woke up to the sound of the hotel alarm clock…still dark outside. I hurriedly fixed my coffee, took my shower, put my make-up on, and got dressed. I arrive downstairs to the lobby on time for the hotel van to the airport. My crew and I get on the aircraft, ready to start the first leg of the three legs scheduled for the day.
First leg…
I’m talking with one of the pilots and notice that he keeps glancing down at my feet, and I’m thinking that he either has a foot fetish, or I must have some really cool looking shoes on. Just as we start to board the passengers, I looked down at my feet to see what was so interesting and…**gasp**…I realized I had put my pantyhose on BACKWARDS!! The heels were in the front of my ankles, making fluffy puffy looking thingies…like I had some sort of rounded growth protruding from the front of both ankles.
No time to fix the problem, so I just had to ‘deal with it’. While doing the safety demo, I noticed several passengers looking at my feet, some staring longer than others.
At last…the first leg was over and I fixed my pantyhose.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The second leg…
Just mostly minor irritations that just keep adding up. You know the kind I mean.
You pop open a soda can and have the contents spray over you and the surrounding passengers.
You’re in a rush and you grab something out of the oven, forgetting that it’s still hot as blazes…so you’re wondering if it will just stay red, or will turn into a blister.
You’re walking back to the galley with an armful of trays, not knowing that a glass of milk has overturned and is soaking the front of your uniform and realizing you will smell like sour milk in the near future.
I think you get the picture.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Finally, last leg…
Not much longer until this day is over! We finished our service with just enough time to quickly eat a left-over meal. I chose the pasta with cheese and marinara sauce. Big mistake. As I was hastily chewing and swallowing, I felt a piece of cheese going down my throat. Problem was that the rest of that piece of cheese was still in my mouth, and a thick stringy piece of cheese was still connecting the two.
Have you ever tried to breathe with warm cheese partially blocking your airways?…like a rubber band bouncing up and down in your throat, you can’t swallow it and you can’t bring it back up.
I was trying to quietly get the cheese out of my throat and breathe at the same time. “ack…ack, ack”. The other F/A, munching her own meal, looks over at me with a puzzled look. I just smile, turn my back to her, and continued to try to clear my throat before I passed out. “Ack…Ack, Ack”, a little louder this time. The other F/A said, “Did you say something?”. With my back still to her, I gave a small wave of my hand and said, “Nahga”…which I hoped she understood as “No”.
OK, this was starting to get serious. With visions of paramedics standing over my unconscious body, I gave it one more try. “wah-HAAACK!! ack…Ack, AAACK!!”. Then, with a hard swallow, followed by a gurgle and a burp, the cheese string broke! I was so relieved, I completely ignored the startled look on the other F/A’s face as I took a deep breath.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As I sat on my jumpseat for landing, thinking about the day, I thought to myself, “Why me?”.
I’m just now recovering from it.
*sigh* So…did ya ever have…“one of THOSE days”?