Flying the Friendly Skies
Flight from St. Louis to Chicago. Very bumpy. The pilot decided it wasn't safe to serve beverages and that all passengers need to remained seated throughout the flight.
It was at this point, OF COURSE, one of my girls, who has leukemia, gets a gushing nose bleed. We quickly run out of Kleenex. Since we are in the very back row, I figure I can quickly go to the bathroom and grab some toilet paper.
How wrong I was. The stewardess, an cold and bitter woman, get on the loud speaker and totally belittles me. She didn't just simply ask me to sit down, but goes on and on about it, even after I have sat back down--free of Kleenex.
I hit my call button so that she can get us some Kleenex. In a power struggle, she totally ignores the call.
In the meantime, Danielle has blood all over her coat and is mortified. And, since we are in that very back row, she can't tilt her head all the way back.
I tell Danielle to hit her call button, and the old bitty send the much younger, much sweeter stewardess (should I be saying flight attendant?) back to us.
She is horrified to see poor Danielle, who is herself mortified at the never-ending geyser that is her nose.
The sweet stewardess gets an new box of Kleenex and has Danielle keep it so we are prepared for our flight from Chicago to Wisconsin.
So, do I contact United about this old crow and her non-response to our emergency?
It was at this point, OF COURSE, one of my girls, who has leukemia, gets a gushing nose bleed. We quickly run out of Kleenex. Since we are in the very back row, I figure I can quickly go to the bathroom and grab some toilet paper.
How wrong I was. The stewardess, an cold and bitter woman, get on the loud speaker and totally belittles me. She didn't just simply ask me to sit down, but goes on and on about it, even after I have sat back down--free of Kleenex.
I hit my call button so that she can get us some Kleenex. In a power struggle, she totally ignores the call.
In the meantime, Danielle has blood all over her coat and is mortified. And, since we are in that very back row, she can't tilt her head all the way back.
I tell Danielle to hit her call button, and the old bitty send the much younger, much sweeter stewardess (should I be saying flight attendant?) back to us.
She is horrified to see poor Danielle, who is herself mortified at the never-ending geyser that is her nose.
The sweet stewardess gets an new box of Kleenex and has Danielle keep it so we are prepared for our flight from Chicago to Wisconsin.
So, do I contact United about this old crow and her non-response to our emergency?
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