Saturday, May 28, 2011
Wriggle to Create Heat
Just when you think you've seen or heard it all......I was working the "C" position this morning from Portland to Orange County. "C" position is the back galley. On a Boeing 737-700 aircraft. A had seen a large group in the boarding area...maybe 20 or so teenagers with obligatory adults along to tame the errant young tendencies. So the first guy on board is wearing a green Portland Timbers t-shirt and heads to the back galley. Seemed like a nice enough guy, friendly, chatty. And he says to me....."Hey, my wife is going to kill me....she said for me not to come back here and ask you this but I told her I was going to do it anyway......is there any chance you'd go up and warm up my seat for me before I sit down?" I told him to just let his wife watch this.....I marched my tender, yet silly, little early morning self up to his row, asked him which seat was his and sat down in it. I wriggled around a little....."to create friction and heat," I told him. His wife was looking at me like I was about as far out of my ever lovin' mind as one mildly delusional flight attendant could possibly get. He sort of liked it. "Yeah, like that.....okay, that's good," he says. And I got up and left. His wife staring. He and I giggling. In my 16 years....that's a first.