Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Counter bitch

It might have been noticed by fervent and loyal blog readers that the life of their servant is one constant chain of unbelievable events.
Often spectacular, often miraculous and often impressing.
The fervent and loyal blog readers take the privilege to witness the most unbelievable coincidences and share extreme experiences.
In general these events are always interesting, sometimes funny and never boring.

To this an exception came yesterday.
Responsible is a bitch of a ground stewardess at Schiphol International Airport working for Centralwings Airlines.

Checking in at the Centralwings counter was supposed to start at 6.15 PM but it remained closed.
Meanwhile the line of passengers waiting to check in was growing and growing.
At 6.50 PM finally a ground stewardess came to settle behind a counter ignoring completely the over 100 people waiting for her to get into action.
It took her another 15 minutes before she had arranged all her stuff to invite the first in line to confront her.
This was a man and somehow the checking in didn’t work.
The bitch of a ground stewardess was trying and trying on her computer and took eventually to making phone calls meanwhile showing a happy and laughing face like she was having lots of fun.
Many fervent and loyal blog readers know that we have one or two persons among us who like to enjoy themselves by cruelly torture innocent customers.
Who love to feel power.
Who like to shit on others.
This was one of those monsters and the usual lucky and fortunate non-stop traveller had fallen into her claws.

It took over 20 minutes for the man to get his boarding pass while meanwhile the line of waiting passengers had grown to over 150 patient persons.

Yours truly was about the 15th passenger to come eye to eye with the ground stewardess who already had managed to make herself a bad reputation.
She noticed that the suitcase that was checked in was 3 kilos (6,6 pounds) overweight.
“You have to pay extra, Sir!”
“I’m sorry, but we are waiting here for over 1 hour to check in so what is 3 kilos?”
“No, Sir, you need to pay and also put your hand luggage on the scale!”.
The trolley bag had a weight of 10 kilo (22 pounds) and that was 5 kilo (11 pounds) above the maximum.
“In total you have to pay 3 + 5 kilos at 10 Euros per kilo, Sir”.
“That is more than the costs of my plane ticket!”
“Well, you know, this is a low cost airline”.
“Excuse me but the 10 passengers you just checked in, not one of them you were asking the weight of their carry-on luggage.
For sure many had a bag over 5 kilos (11 pounds)”
“You need to go to our administration counter, pay 80 Euros (125 $), after which you will receive your boarding pass”.

This is a situation that is not liked.
To become a victim of a bitch.
Usually the blue eyes, the slender and attractive body, but most of all the warm and sympathetic radiation making a stewardess feel she is meeting a long lost friend for who she will do anything have positive results.
Like unrequested upgrading.
A special seat.
A light touch.
A confidential smile.
A look even from another aisle.

That is the usual experience travelling.
Hence it hits hard and painful that all the positive capacities so effective turn out useless.
To suddenly lack the first class treatment while flying economy.
To suffer of a ground stewardess totally involved in her own cruel and costly games.

At the administration desk a man was handling affairs.
Instead of paying it was announced to him that a complaint wanted to be filed.
Explained to him was how at random the ground stewardess was checking weight of carry on luggage.
The point made was that or she should check everybody or nobody.
Man told that the management would be informed.

The fine was paid and accepted as part of the experience of travelling.
The bitch was out of the mind instantly and stored in memory for a good posting the next day.

The Centralwings Boeing 737 had pilots and stewardesses from Poland.

Gorgeous women.
Beautiful, elegant, polite, caring and with style rarely found elsewhere.

Once seated this blonde and stunning stewardess approached the photographer and informed that after take off he was allowed to move to the front to a seat with a lot of leg space.

It felt like being back on track.
Of having ended a visit to the land of the 1000 bitches.

Ow! Uh! Alright! Uh!

Got to know how to pony
Like Bony Maronie
Mash potato, do the alligator
Put your hand on your hips, yeah
Let your backbone slip
Do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy
Hey! Uh!

Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
I need somebody to help me say it one time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na)

[Saxophone solo]

Wow! Uh! You know I feel alright! Huh! I feel pretty good y'all
Uh! Huh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Come on y'all, let's say it one more time
(Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na)

Playing, it is a habit
With long tall Sally
Twistin' with Lucy
Doin' the Watusi
Roll over on your back
I like it like that
Do that Jerk-uh
Watch me work y'all
Ow! Do it!
Wow! Do it!
Just watch me do it

Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me
Aah help me

Land of the 1000 dances. Wilson Pickett.


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