Just got back from 2 weeks in Hawaii. Here’s just a little hell, given the vacation was paradise. The return Maui (OGG) to San Francisco (SFO) “bus” as I call it left relatively on time. This is an everyday route and you get a wide variety of passengers: partying tourists, islanders off to the mainland, young families returning from vacation, etc. The flight attendants have seen it all and are pretty laid back themselves. So what’s hellish about this flight?
First, the flight attendant in the main cabin was wider than the aisle on the 757. She never stepped sideways so, being in an aisle seat, she bumped into my shoulder and arm EVERY time she passed my seat. I mean EVERY time. I object to airlines having overly stringent rules regarding FA appearance. But they should be able to fit in the aisle.
Second, Superdad is 2 rows back, traveling alone with an infant and another just a year old. What does he do? He puts on noise cancelling headphones and appears oblivious that his two little ones are crying constantly for the ENTIRE flight.
Three, the ADHD passenger across the aisle from me packs a purse, a bag, a ratty pillow, and a backpack into her space and continuously digs through things every 10 minutes or so… iPod… iPad… food… camera… earphones… food… food… iPod… food. I’m glad I wasn’t sitting in front of her as she must have banged around under and behind the seat 50 times in the 4.5 hour flight. She also liked to talk to the extra-wide FA. So every time the FA came by… bump… I had to listen to a 5 minute conversation with the FA’s body intruding into my space. Oh, and this passenger brought back Hawaiian leis. Could the FA find a place in the plane to keep them cool and fresh? “Well, let’s see dear, I could do X, I could do Y, or I could do Z. What do you think would be best?” Let’s have a 10 minute conversation about those leis. Bump, bump, bump.
During the last trash run, the FA is carrying the trash bag and a glass of water. As she gets to our row… bump… my wife leans over to drop trash into the bag. The FA flinches, says, “Hold on the bag is full,” and spills water on me. Fortunately, most of it goes on my shirt so I don’t look like I’ve wet myself as we depart to make our connection. She apologizes and runs off to get some paper towels… bump.
Anyway, it wasn’t really that bad, we made our connections, and the OGG-SFO bus will go there and back every day as usual. Just sharing some amusing observations.