TOTD: to that OO flyboy who was lurking in the lounge last night at Roasters in SEA.
I was having dinner with my crew after they cx our last leg to the outstation because freezing rain was forecast. Another pair of FA's from our base showed up because of the same thing. This tool and his sidekick drifted over after they heard us talking about "work, work, work, overnights, work..."
"Hey, are you flightcrew?... Who do you work for?..."
TOTD:"I fly for "Delta". I fly jets" My lead FA tore into him, (bless her black heart, her hubby flies too), "Oh yeah, what type? CRJ, ERJ, Embraers, what?"
TOTD: "All of them." (Smirk.) "I even let a flight attendant do a landing once." FA: "Bull****! I won't even land the plane if I'm flying in a -172."
He was making a play for one of the other girls. They were ok, they knew how to handle this douche.
It was amazing, (appalling). The frozen permanent smirk. The perma-tan. The *********g ducktail hairdoo. (I hate those.) It was straight back to 1986 and "Top Gun". It was the Iceman. He walks the earth again. I wanted to wring his neck for the damage his stereotype does to our profession. The girls just laughed at him. I just wondered how in the hell he got hired; I'm sure his apps are out all over. The pool for the regionals must be pretty well drained dry.
It was so cliché it was unbelieveable.
Ok, rant over.
