On one of my earliest flights just fresh from training, flying on the Airbus 340-300 and feeling like one of the beautiful people, a passenger called and requested a glass of water which I promptly gave her, only for her son to ask for a can of soda. As she was travelling with two boys, I asked the second boy if he would like anything so I would not have to make the trip twice.
“That’s a rude thing to say to a customer,” she snapped at me.
Shuo! First, I am not getting my shoe replaced for another year so I have to be careful of wearing out the sole; second, na energy person go take waka the journey three times.
Then the woman said to her sons: “This is the reason I want you to pay attention in class so you don’t end up like this.”
At those words, something exploded inside me but I kept it together and went to get the drinks.
Somehow I forgot to tell them not to open the drinks for another hour, as I had given the cans a really good shake before leaving the galley.
I am not a vengeful person; I just like to help Karma along. I smiled as I handed them the drinks and quickly walked away.
My smile grew wider as I heard the pop and fizz, and I imagined the look on Her face as the contents of the cans gushed out at them.
I may not be University educated, but I have my Street Creds and in my line of work, sometimes that is what you have to fall back on.