Traveling back from Los Angeles Monday the 6th, we had a layover in
Dallas. When we got on the next plane we
had the first row, bulkhead seat by the window.
My seatmate was a taller fellow so his knees were considerably higher up
when he sat. There wasn’t a whole lot of
room at our feet.
As the flight attendant was going down the aisle, she looked
past his knees and down on the floor by my feet. It was dark and she said “that is going to
have to be put up in the overhead space!”
I looked at her and thought she was joking about “that” being Mama. So, I semi-laughingly said to her, “If you can
pick that up you are more than welcome to put it in the overhead space.”
She didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile. I had just countermanded
her authority in front of the passengers. Her face started getting red and she
pointed at the floor. All of the folks
around me were headed for cover to avoid any splashes of rage that might be
coming. I was alone; I was defenseless!
All of a sudden she said “bless your heart, I didn’t know
that was a dog!”. All she could see was
Mama’s blue vest and thought it was a blue suitcase. Her white paws were under her and you
couldn’t see her white face or chest.
Everyone started laughing, primarily because they were relieved that I
hadn’t gotten tased for being "that guy."
She apologized to me, but more importantly I apologized to
her for thinking she was joking when she was serious. I need to work on that. One of these days.
Everyone had a good laugh and we all have a fun story to
tell now. Life is good when you see the
humor all around you….and you don’t get tased.
[Her feet were tucked under and it was darker. You really couldn't see a dog]
