People irritate me sometimes. Perhaps they really shouldn't...but they do.
I could never be a flight attendant. Trapped high in the sky with a bunch of tacky people on an airplane. Screaming babies. Smelly, unshowered bodies. Smiling and passing out pretzels and cokes. No thank you.
I'm pretty sure if someone's luggage fell out of the overhead compartment and clocked me in the head I may react in a similar way.
What way am I talking about, you ask? This way:
Slater (flight attendant), 38, became so flustered with his passengers, he abruptly deployed an inflatable emergency exit chute and slid off the Embraer 190 before finishing his duties in the cabin. Slater got into a verbal argument over some luggage that had fallen out of an overhead compartment and hit him. A source close to the investigation says Slater then took the plane's PA system and told the entire cabin to "go f*$# yourselves," at which point he proceeded to activate the emergancy exit slide.
Had I been a passenger on that plane I would have:
a. Giggled. Loudly. Bunches.
b. Jumped on that inflatable such and such and left the plane as well
**AND....rumor has it he also took 2 beers for the road. now THAT'S my kind of guy**