After being almost 4 months away, I was scheduled with my first flight to the city and country I have left. Sadly no overnight, just a very quick turnaround. Nevertheless, I was super happy. I kept telling it over and over again on our Athens layover the day before. My crew couldn´t hear me anymore :)

So the next day, super exciting me was very enthusiastic and, I guess, with huge expectations. Well let me tell you just this: I only had two passengers on that flight, and they were the biggest dipshit assholes in aviation history. Jeezzz! Honestly, I really felt ashamed at the end of the flight..

So Mr.1A, very busy busy man, had to unpack all of his work stuff and make the aircraft look like his freakin office - yep, those kind of passengers who, when the gear is almost down, still have all traytables unfolded, laptops on and the old same story on the tip of their tongues "I´m already turning it off, it´s just saving my files". After checking the rest of the cabin, I come back and - oh big surprise - everything looks the same, and they are even still writing stuff. By this point I was so pissed off with this men, that with a really deep, stern voice and a Cruella de Vil lookalike face I sad: "Either you turn it off right now or we won´t land", and had to babysit him until he did so. This man, was just horror the whole flight:

It was only a 60min short one, I had just served dinner and on the way to the galley I heard the call from the PA "If there´s a doctor on board, please immediately contact the cabin crew, we need you´re assistance". In a second I grabbed the interphone, shortly informed the captain, picked the first aid kit up and went to the back of the plane. Not a big deal - just someone dying out there, but Mr "oh I´m so important" 1A kept ringing his call button: he wanted a coke. "Make it with ice and lemon". Within 10min he did that twice. He saw how I was running back and forth with towels, medical kits, hand gloves, ringing the captain over the phone informing him how the sick passenger was doing and so on. But that didn´t make any difference to him. Then again: "ding"! What a surprise: dear 1A wanted now wine. "Would you rather have a red or a white one?", I asked. "What kind of wines do you have?", he asked back. I presented him the whole assortment we have, I had to explain him what kind of grapes each one had, what was the producing year, etc, etc. After that I asked him: "So, which one would you rather have?". "Well, just give me from each one a little glass, I want to try them out", he said. Jeeezzz! For realz???!!!!!! Someone else would have explained him again the medical case situation and ask for his cooperation to take just one type of wine, but asshole me can´t do that. I always feel that these passengers pay a lot of money and deserve the service they want. After  all, it wasn´t his fault we had a medical situation on board. So there I went to my galley, hiding my bland smile and opened all wine bottles (which again, took me some time, damn corks!) and poured it into glasses. I served him. No "thank you" came from his mouth. Later on, he asked for a coffee. We were 15min away from touching down and the seat belt signs were already on and the galley secured for landing. This time I had to say no. Monsieur was not happy at all. Really, those are the kind of passengers that pisses even the most acquiescent angel off.
But the really funny twist of this whole thing is yet to come.
The next day, I flew the same route, but this time as a passenger. I was sitting in business when a very familiar face sat next to me. I looked at him, he looked at me and Mr.1A sure recognized me, even without an uniform. I friendly greeted him (honest friendliness, I really don´t hold any anger from anyone/anything, actually to the contrary  - I always find this behaviours funny and fascinating at the end of the day!) and I guess he might have felt embarrassed, because on this flight, he was very quiet and not demanding at all to my colleagues. But then again, I was sitting next to him..