What could be worse than the Flight Attendant Interview? Well, what’s worse than dealing with those questions we’ve all heard a million times is sitting on a bus in between two people when one is giving the other the Flight Attendant Interview.
I knew from the second I sat down that the young blonde was a flight attendant, I saw a bidsheet sticking out of her bag. There was only one empty seat on the M60 bus leaving La Guardia and it was right between this girl and this older guy. He was probably thirty-something but still a lot older than this girl. I guess they were already talking before I got on, so immediately I was right in the middle of their conversation. I tried to ignore it but that was just impossible since they were both leaning in towards each other, right in my lap. I wanted to pass the time talking on the phone but it was in my front pocket and I couldn’t get to it because the guy was all up in my bidness.
They chatted for ten minutes about where they were from and where they’ve lived and finally, inevitably, it came out that for the last five glorious months she’s been a flight attendant for Delta Airlines. Then the questions came like an avalanche. What is your route? How long do you get to stay at the city you fly to? Do they put you up at a hotel? Do you get to fly for free? Have you almost ever crashed? Do you see many people trying to join the mile high club? blah blah blah. I’ve heard it all before and can seriously answer the questions in my sleep even before the person asks them.
I really felt for the girl. It pains me to hear someone go through that but the terrible part was that she was so new, young, and cheery that she actually enjoyed answering all these questions. I was horrified! I give one word answers but she was expanding on hers. The whole interview should have taken seven minutes and forty-three seconds if she did it right.
To make it even worse, she didn’t even answer the questions correctly! She’d give an answer that was glorious or horrible about the job and it wouldn’t even be true. It might be randomly true one time but if you’ve been flying for more than five months, you’d know that it’s completely, totally untrue over the course of a career.
I wanted to jump in and correct her on certain things but I knew it wasn’t any of my business. Actually that isn’t really what stopped me. I have no problem butting into that conversation. What stopped me was that I could tell the guy was really into the girl by the way he nervously and uncomfortably tried to ask more and more questions to keep the conversation going. He seemed like a nice guy and me butting in might disrupt the little thing they had going. She was obviously into their exchange so why do I need to get involved? He might see me jumping in as some kind of cock-blocking and I don’t want to do that. She, being a sweet as pie girl from South Carolina, probably would’ve started including me in the conversation and might even start asking me a bunch of questions and ignoring him.
No, I did the right thing by not saying anything but I would’ve given anything for an IPod to suddenly materialize on my head. The more interest he showed, the more cocky she got. I thought she was getting kinda boastful when she talked about how cool it was to have a morning macchiato at the Trevi Fountain and then dinner on a rooftop in Manhattan in the same day. Of course it is! Everyone in the world knows that would be brilliant, but you don’t need to sound so proud of yourself. I’ve been guilty of thinking how bad ass it is to see a soccer game in Milan and the very next day catching US Open tennis in New York. I catch myself in these thoughts but would never in a million years say them out loud. I don’t want to be that guy.
Still though, he was totally into everything she was saying and completely validating her superiorness. What annoyed me the most, even more than the airline lies, was when she started dissing New York City because it’s not acceptable to go out in scrubby clothes like it is in Charleston. I can’t believe I was able to hold me tongue! She thought it was just the coolest thing in the world that you can go to the beach all day and then go to a bar in your flip-flops and no one would say a word. She didn’t understand why New York wasn’t like that and that everyone spends at least four hours getting ready for a night out, even to the local bar, dressed to the nines. Where the fuck is this girl hanging out? Has she never set foot downtown? Or in Brooklyn? I defy you to find someone at Max Fish who doesn’t look like they woke up in a gutter and then dragged themselves up to the bar.
Yeah she’s new to New York but I think after Week 2 I’d found some low-key, hometown dives. You can walk into a bar in flip-flops and a ratty t-shirt in every single US city I can think of. That’s not exclusive to Charleston, South Carolina. The guy (who was born in Jersey, moved to Pennsylvania, then Arizona, and now New York) kept his mouth shut and didn’t even challenge this notion at all. I was sweating and squirming in my seat. He must have really wanted to screw her. Even if I really REALLY wanted to win over a hot young stewardess on a bus, I still would’ve corrected her on this outlandish misconception. Enough is enough!
I mean just by throwing out the names of a couple of neighborhoods or bars that are slack like that, he might have bought himself several dates with this girl.
“Oh, you need to go down to the East Village, Lower East SIde, or even out to Brooklyn then. I could show you a ton of amazing places where the people are real and down to earth, and wearing flip-flops with unwashed hair. My favorite place is (insert specific bar here, preferably somewhere obscure that she can’t find on her own and will need you as an escort)”
“Oh wow, that would be awesome! I’d love to check out some places like that. Places like in Charleston, South Carolina.”
Boom! Just like that they have plans and you know she’ll be excited about it. It doesn’t even have to come off like a date, just a local showing a nice transplant where to have a good time. I really hope that all went down after I got off the bus. I seriously doubt it by the way he just kept letting her talk and talk and talk but who knows, maybe he grew a pair and popped the question.