I don’t like to fly. It makes me nervous. So nervous that I’m willing to spend $6 on a drink or two. It is extremely difficult for me to fly without a drink.*
So why is it that every single time I get a drink I’m treated like some hideous leper for not giving the flight attendant exact change? I’m always treated with a snippy “I’ll try and see if I can find you some change” comment and they storm off.
This most recent flight took the cake. I had exact change for the first one, but then all I had was a twenty. She loudly exhaled, grabbed my twenty out of my hand and stormed off. The woman next to me gave me a “what’s HER problem?” look, and I shrugged. Then she gets on the Intercom and says, I shit you not, “Does anyone have change for a twenty? I’ve got someone here without exact change for his drink.”
News flash! You’re SELLING drinks to over 100 people on this plane. What’s the fucking problem with change? Can’t you, oh I don’t know, anticipate that people will need fucking change for the drinks that you’ll be selling them? How hard can it be to keep some extra small bills on hand? What’s with the fucking attitude?
Now before everyone charges in here and tells me it’s my problem for not having change, I’m aware of that. But when you’ve paid cash for cab fare, sky caps, gift shop stuff, etc, you can’t always be sure that you will have exact change later, nor do you have time to go get change when you’re trying to make your flight.
Yet every time, I’m made to feel like shit for this horrible burden I’m placing on the flight attendants. Maybe this only happens to me, but it happens every damn time, and I’m sick of it - hence the rant.
- Yes, yes, drinking is evil, why can’t I just not drink on the plane, why can’t I have some empathy, they’re just doing their jobs - save your righteous indignation for another thread, please.