Today I felt really bad.
There are some flights known for us, cabin crew, as "Frequent Flyer Flights", where 99,9% from the passengers are people who fly around with us all the time, for business purposes. Well, today I had one of those flights, and as it´s summer time, that 99,9 percentage rate tends to drope down, and one might have some other passengers on board that aren´t really business people.
So after having a really nice, quiet and uneventfull flight today (well, if you forget the crazy turbulence that almost wouldn´t allow us doing the service on board) the fasten seat belt signs went on, and I made my "Descent" announcement. I had just barely finished it, when suddenly, completely out of the blue, someone began to scream. On 2F, an 11 year-old girl, began to utter a loud, sharp, piercing cry. I thought she was having some problems with her ears, as children usually do, so I went to her father, who was travelling with her alone, and asked if everything was alright, if his little girl needed something for her ears, should I bring her some juice or make her our famous "Mickey Mouse ears"? (which are very sucessful among kids, we just warm some galley towels and let them steam into some cardboard cups - then the kids just put them in their ears, and the warm steamed air, helps them to pressurize their little ears, well, or at least they look so funny with them glued to their heads, that they kinda forget the pain and stop crying..!). On his shabby English, the man thanked but refused it. So I went to my seat. Suddenly, once again, she began to make such loud sounds, that pretty much everyone on that airplane was now looking to the first rows. Mind you, the Embraer is our smallest airplane, neverthless it is still an accomplishment to make a passenger seating on row #28A, astonishing 20 meters far away from an already loud airplane to hear you. So I went for plan B, I brought her some stuff for her to paint, I though she would be entertained with it and stop with the loud crying. It was a really embarassing situation, because every business suit dressed men were looking at me, with their kinda "please do something about it" faces but neither plan B made her stop. It was even worse, the father had now absolutely no control in the situation, his child was now spitting and hitting him as she was screeching as loud as she possibly could. The gear went down, and now I was trying to fully concentrate myself on the final "approach" announcement, and it was so hard, I just couldn´t hear myself through the PA (public announcement), the little girl was totally blocking me out. As I was making my "30 seconds review" for landing, the woman in front of me, sitting on 1D kept distracting me, as she was trying to avoid not only the spitting from 2F, as well as the loudness coming from the seat behing her. She kept looking at me with her "are we there yet?" face. We landed, and still - the little girl was screaming as loud as hell. It was so difficult to make the "Fairwell" announcement..
Well It was just obvious that everyone got stressed out from the situation, everyone was bored and pissed of, yet very happy to have arrived and now to leave as soon as possible that aircraft. The only thing that was now reasonable for me was to appologise myself for the flight for those people sitting next to the girl. And so I did, as we were waiting for the gate to connect the aircraft, I appologised to the people around me for the event. While deboarding, many passengers were actually even making fun of the situation because it was so bizarre and obnoxious. And then it happenend. The father passed through me, and with a very shy face he escused himself for his daughters behaviour. I mean, he said, he was really sorry for the situation, And it just made me sad. And I felt so bad for him. I mean, it was just sad to see him, so powerless towards his daughter, and he was obviously completly knocked out from that flight, after all, he was putting up with so much more than any of us. Being confined in such a small airplane, with no possible escape, with 100 people looking at him and thinking only God knows what and traveling alone with a small restless child is certainly something that no one wishes. And it was now kinda obvious that the girl was a little bit mental disabled. And still, that father escused himself, for something which he actually couldn´t do anything for. Such politness and love strucked me. If only so many other people acted like him. It made me stop. And think.