As I get ready for another 4-day, I reminisce about an experience I had on one of my first trips.
(I need to make videos for some of these. My writing and storytelling skills just do not do justice.)
Anyway, we were about to land, and a gentleman came up to me in the back galley, told me he was thirsty and that he wanted a Coke. I informed him that since we were about to land, the Cokes were all put away, but I'd happily get him a water.
The grown man put on a very sad face and said, "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease! I really want a COKE. I'm so thirsty for a COKE."
"Okay. Sure." I turn my back to the man, facing the galley. He stands behind me and watches as I get his beverage. (To get a plastic cup, I reach up and open one of the crates that had been stowed in preparation for landing. As I do this, a carafe that had been inside, leaning against the door of the crate falls.)
Scalding. Hot. Coffee. All over me.
In pain and totally doused, I drop everything and look for something to clean up the mess.
As I spastically work to get the hot liquid off of myself, my clothes and the airplane, a head moves in very close beside mine. The mouth says into my ear, "My Coke?"
I just want to give you a big hug.
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