Just came home from a flight..

.. it´s way too late and I have already set my alarm for tomorrow morning. But I have to write this down, so I can put my frustration away. Because today I felt sad. Sad and disappointed about mankind.

It all started in Rome, where we left with a short delay (what a surprise Italy...). That gave us a very short and stressful turnaround at out destination. When boarding began, a woman, who was traveling alone with her two sons (about 4 and 8 years old), came to me and asked if they could seat together. We were fully booked and, as she probably checked-in too late, they were all spread out: 3E, 8E and 14F. I politely explained her the situation and told her that as soon as everybody was on board, I would do my best to get a row for her.

And so I did. 3E and 3F were now free as I successfully managed to relocate those passengers. I sat the two kids down. Their mom was now seating at 4D. So I went to 3D and politely asked if he could move to the seat behind him, so the children could have their mother next to them. The answer he gave chocked me.

He said he would not change his seat because he was in a hurry and wanted to leave the aircraft as soon as possible. Now mind you, we did a very quick turnaround and were totally on time (later then, we even arrived ahead of schedule) and I was only asking him to seat one row, one single row behind the one he was now. I insisted again (because I really wasn´t getting his point) and then he said:

-"Stop bothering me now, I will not change my seat. And the mother is seating behind the kids, so I don´t get the problem".

You butthole, if you don´t get the problem seating just one row behind or ahead, then why the heck won´t you do that. He saw how I struggled the whole time trying to find a solution relocating passengers, it wasn´t fucking easy.

I never, ever discuss with a passenger, but this was just insane. We kept going on, because now I really just wanted to understand why. I was honestly flabbergasted. As we were going nowhere, the mother stopped me, thanked for my effort and said I should just leave it.

Even when I´m mad, I can put things away and act as they wouldn´t bother me. So when he asked me for a sparkling water during service, I could have just handed it to him  and go on. But no. I did what I always do when someone asks for sparkling water; I asked if he wanted a slice of lemon on it. And, as I do with everyone else, I asked if he wanted something else, perhaps a cup of coffee or a cuppa. I was polite, I smiled, I was considerate, even though I was dealing with a fucking idiot.

When the guy left the aircraft, I said "Goodbye". He despised me and didn´t even said a word. Even though that hurt, I was ok with that.

I don´t know how that man is sleeping tonight. How he doesn´t have a bad conscience for being the man he is. Because today he left a little 4-year old boy, that is sick with cancer, fly without his mother next to him.

One row. One single row..