friday the 13th

My bad luck today came in the form of a PBI turn at the butt-crack of dawn. I drove to the aiport in the dark mentally having myself already back in the car driving home. I was the lead, which I haven't been in months and it took a little bit to remember what the hell I was supposed to say. The boarding process was a nightmare and of course the passangers were as well. It took forever for the two of us to serve 148 people muffins and drinks and then we proceeded to hide back in the galley. The gorgeous FA and I hung out and looked at pictures and chatted while staying out the aisle. The flight home was just as bad with tons of specials: 6 ums, 5 maas, 4 whclrs, 2 jumpseaters, and 1 blind guy. The blind guy, David was very nice as I escorted him to his seat and told him to let me know if he needed anything. He seemed to know everytime I passed, because he would ask me for something. One time in passing he asked me if the people sitting next to him were from Isreal. I told him that I didn't know, and asked if that is what they told him. He replied yes, and then I said they probably don't have any reason to lie to you. Then he ask me (he is really loud) if I knew anything about Isreal...hum, no...have I ever been there?....again, no. I told him, I am sure these people would answer any questions you may have. Keep in mind majority of the plane is Jewish as he his yelling okay and my name. We ducked away in the back galley once more, this time after turkey sandwiches and prayed for a fast landing. Thank God that is over.