The passengers were getting settled into their seats. The flight was crowded and every available overhead space was crammed with carry on luggage. The flight attendant blazes in cape flying, stomping her big black knee high boots.
“You will have to move your things,” she insists with an attitude. “This is my space, my office, my desk!”
The poor woman sitting in the first row looks around for someone to help her. She is truly disabled having had the lower part of her leg amputated. She is wearing a metal and rubber stump, and is having difficulty trying to situate her luggage in the overhead bins. “I need some help here,” she states as if it should be obvious.
“I can help you, but I can’t lift that for you,” Domina says not too politely. The poor woman is just about in tears.
“The airlines should have someone to help me,” the woman says to no one and anyone who might hear her.
“I can help you, but I cannot lift the case for you,” Domina restates.
She marches up and down the aisles in her big boots handing out orders. Her smile is cold and fake. Even her boots are not real leather and have rubber soles.
“Pick that up!” Domina barks out orders to a ninety year old man to retrieve his empty peanut package from the floor. The old guy can barely bend down to reach it. “Oh never mind,” the witch says as she huffs and walks on.
The old man is finally able to reach the empty bag when the attendant is down three rows. “Where’d she go?” he asks. When he sees that she has left the vicinity, he throws the paper back onto the floor and sighs heavily. He hunches his shoulders, “Who can figure her out?”
The lady sitting next to him can’t resist the urge to joke about it. “Don’t feel bad,” she begins, “In her other life she’s a dominatrix, but that isn’t working for her in the service industry.” He laughs in spite.
Possibly this is what the airlines want in a flight attendant? Other times when traveling with this particular company, the flight attendants have joked, sang songs, read silly poems, thrown peanuts, and otherwise clowned around. It was fun! But this chick was mean-spirited.
She continued to be rude for the entire flight forcing patrons many of them aged and disabled to her will. One old gal had to use the restroom. The plane was being held on the tarmac for an hour while they checked one thing or another. “Is it an emergency?” Domina asked sternly. “We could hold everything for you if it is an emergency.”
The old gal was mortified and sat back down in shame. She had already leaked on herself and was beginning to feel like a big stinkin’ pissy baby. “One thing for sure,” the old gal thought to herself, “This bitch was going to get a letter in her file at the very least. Humph! She just was not Southwest material! She didn’t have the proper attitude!”
(First published 12/12/13)
