I have a hard time figuring out how someone could be surprised by a flight attendant in front of a three hundred pound bar/meal cart...yet it seems to happen all the time. We are apparently very sneaky...able to serve two out of three people in a row a drink, yet catch the third completely off guard. Not only do passengers often seem shocked to be offered a drink, they somehow have absolutely no recollection of what liquids they normally enjoy. The green amongst us still rattle off the beverage choices auctioneer style. It took me a few years to wise up and realize that a short summary generates the same outcome. "Soda, juice, water, alcoholic drinks, coffee, tea...what would you like?" The answer? After very careful and lengthy consideration...is almost always Coke, or water. Amusing for a moment...until we stealthily approach the next row, and the next....and the next....
Equally perplexing to me is the dreaded barcart bump amnesia. To have your knee slammed by a barcart hurts...I get that. What I don't understand is how someone could be writhing in pain, shooting out curse words through their clenched teeth, then pop their knee back out in the aisle as the barcart approaches again! In our defense, those carts are really heavy, and the wheels work about as well as they would on a fifty year old rusty shopping cart. Add the fact that airplane aisles are shrinking as passengers are supersizing themselves to the equation and you'd have to agree that it would be in your best interest to keep that knee where airlines apparently feel it belongs...jammed into the seat in front of you.
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