The snowy mess of the East Coast in recent weeks allowed me to deadhead (travel in a passenger seat on duty) a few times and revisit the utter joy of winter flying...passenger style.
I truly thought I was aware of all auditory ways one could maneuver snot within the confines of their head and chest, but oh, was I wrong. The "aisle seater" in my my row repeatedly sucked loads of it up his nose for an entire 3 hour flight, over and over. I could hear it snort up, snort down, I swear it did the Hokey Pokey at one point. Kleenex, scratchy yet plentiful, was but a short, tiny, partially obstructed aisle walk away. In-between the reincarnation of snot, I got to enjoy the horror movie scream of an unhappy toddler, and the whiplash inducing jerk of my seat backward as someone seated behind me pulled it like the handle on a slot machine.
An older woman that had a fondness for verbally removing her male companions balls sat directly behind me, talking loud enough for a good three rows to hear.
Rounding out the motley crew was a large Paul Bunyon type in the middle seat next to me with no concept of the personal space requirements for airline folk such as I. (picture a hula hoop around us at all times)
All in all, a good lesson was relearned...no matter how much we flight attendants like to complain about our job, it can sometimes be the lesser of two evils.
