I was at boarding and this little girl came through bawling. I was like “are you okay, princess?” And she ran and threw her arms around my waist and sobbed “I AM SCARED OF THE ROBOTS!!”
All I could do was think “you are in the wrong ride, sweet pea” but I didn’t say that…I told them to ask for a farther back row so she wasn’t sitting directly in front of C3-PO.
A dad told me he’d see me in hell because his child was too short to ride. He legit started walking in, dragging the kid, and I had to walk backwards holding my hand up in front of me like “SIR YOU CANNOT ENTER.”
Why do people value their child going on a ride more than the safety of their child? Why.
Remind me to tell you the baby under seat story sometime.
I was doing my in cabin spiel (“hello travelers and welcome to flight 1401…) and this little girl in row one rolls her eyes and shouts in perfect English “I DON’T SPEAK ENGLISH!”
I didn’t know how to respond so I was just like “uh…well I don’t speak Spanish” and carried on as usual.