Deadhead home from Calgary.
-4 hours.
-My inflight entertainment system isn't working.
-No special little staff freebies.
-Two passengers to crawl over to access the isle.
Redeeming factors
-Great book
-Window seat
-Surrounded by quiet friendly passengers
-Met a great AC FA seated behind me (passed notes, agreed to get married, he also got me some ice cream and cookies)
AND THEN
AND TOP OF GODDAMN DESCENT I notice that my left nostril as started spewing blood. AGAIN. Of course I immediatly try to catch it with my hands while excusing myself and crawling with elbows and knees over the two poor passengers seated next to me. I run past the huge lineup to the lavatory, crash into the galley and demand towels.
The poor operating flight attendants were so surprised to see this deadheading FA running into their galley her face and hands covered in blood. As they are scrambling about to fetch me some towels so that I may mop myself up they ask me "Did someone do this too you!?" It was all I could do to not laugh at this whole situation. OF COURSE handsome FA that was seated behind me clears the line to the lav and seats me down on the closed toilet and instructs me to place ice wrapped up in a towel behind my neck and pinch my nose. As Im struggling with these instructions while trying to clean myself up he takes one hand at a time and cleans me up for me .... ON LANDING!
I inhale the rest of the blood falling out of my nose. Try to inconspicuously plug this blood faucet with some balled up tissue. Shove a wad of TP in my pocket. Rush back to my seat for landing.
I MIRACULOUSLY was able to avoid getting blood on anything or anybody (including myself) and still look fantastic!
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