One good thing about flying is that you come across with many different people,cultures, beliefs and religions. And that doesn´t only happen on long flights, to countrys way different and far away from your own. Each flight is an adventure and I love it.
We were flying from Egypt back quite loaded. And I was serving a hotmeal. And then 7D popped the question. Not if I wanted to marry him (!), but what kind of meat was in the sausages. And for my own sake, I just couldn´t remember the word!!! So embarassing.. That´s when speaking 5 different languages can be challenging. And what pisses me even more off is that just about an hour before I made the usual announcement explaining what choices were available on the menu for the flight. So there I was, picturing the stupid animal but being unable to speak it out!
"Pork?" - his companion uttered.
"No, ahhmmmm..." - I replied, desperately trying to find the word.
"Chicken?" - went 7D
"Nop" - me, now trying to catch my FA attention, who was serving drinks just a few rows ahead of me.
"Beef?" - now 8D, a passenger traveling with his family sitting behind 7D popped in.
"Nooooo..!!!" - me loosing it, the word was just under my tongue, I just couldn´t remember it.
So, of course everyone sitting nearby got it all, and we were all laughing, because everyone was now picking an animal - we were like little kids, playing a game and trying to see who would win:
"Lamb?"
"Sheep?"
"Duck?"
"Nop, nop, no!!!"
Alright, It was time to pop my secret weapon - whenever you´re unable to communicate thru words, just mimic it!
So with my hands under my armpits I threw a little theater at 38000 feet:
"Glu, glu, glu he goes"
"TURKEY!!!" - some soul in a nearby row yelled.
"Yes!!!! Turkey! They are turkey sausages!! - I laughed making everyone else laugh.
"Well, I´ll take the pasta then" - 7D replied.
Oh well, our days are certainly never boring!
We were flying from Egypt back quite loaded. And I was serving a hotmeal. And then 7D popped the question. Not if I wanted to marry him (!), but what kind of meat was in the sausages. And for my own sake, I just couldn´t remember the word!!! So embarassing.. That´s when speaking 5 different languages can be challenging. And what pisses me even more off is that just about an hour before I made the usual announcement explaining what choices were available on the menu for the flight. So there I was, picturing the stupid animal but being unable to speak it out!
"Pork?" - his companion uttered.
"No, ahhmmmm..." - I replied, desperately trying to find the word.
"Chicken?" - went 7D
"Nop" - me, now trying to catch my FA attention, who was serving drinks just a few rows ahead of me.
"Beef?" - now 8D, a passenger traveling with his family sitting behind 7D popped in.
"Nooooo..!!!" - me loosing it, the word was just under my tongue, I just couldn´t remember it.
So, of course everyone sitting nearby got it all, and we were all laughing, because everyone was now picking an animal - we were like little kids, playing a game and trying to see who would win:
"Lamb?"
"Sheep?"
"Duck?"
"Nop, nop, no!!!"
Alright, It was time to pop my secret weapon - whenever you´re unable to communicate thru words, just mimic it!
So with my hands under my armpits I threw a little theater at 38000 feet:
"Glu, glu, glu he goes"
"TURKEY!!!" - some soul in a nearby row yelled.
"Yes!!!! Turkey! They are turkey sausages!! - I laughed making everyone else laugh.
"Well, I´ll take the pasta then" - 7D replied.
Oh well, our days are certainly never boring!
No comments:
Post a Comment