Finding My Way : Mr.Geeky-Cute / 50Delta
As I was rostered to do a 9-day trip to Singapore-Brisbane and Auckland all the way from Dubai and back, I as rather exited because I haven't had this flight for a long time. I also wanted to go back to Singapore although that is not my original hometown (it's the next thing closest to home which I had access to). Day by day I counted down to the date in which I was to do the flight.
The day came and I haven't had an ounce of a good night's sleep the night before the flight. Clearly I was not prepared for this 9 day journey. The morning uneasiness broke and I had to drag my feet to the bathroom. I was just so close to calling sick for the flight. After ironing my uniform and preparing all my stuff for my trip, I remembered how my friend has requested for me to help him carry some things over to Singapore for his family. Shoving and stuffing all the crap into my suitcase, I finally managed to close the bag and head off to the briefing centre for work. There were many new faces in the briefing room. I'm not sure if it was the champagne I had the night before that suddenly decided to kick in or the lack of sleep, I was filled with adrenalin rush and was really chirpy (and when i mean chirpy, I mean CHIRPY!)
Broke the silence in the briefing room and made people laugh (at me) as usual, and headed off for the flight. Everyone seemed to be in a really good mood for the flight. Thank God I didn't call sick for this flight seeing that had such a great set of crew.
On the flight to Singapore (1st sector) I was doing my job on the plane and found myself surprisingly helpful and happy. Honestly, I don't know what possessed me but I was more happy than my usual self. After boarding, I was going to the aft of the plane to prepare the rest of the things that had to be prepared. On my way, just one more step to the galley and I was there. My feet were killing me in the horrifying-looking pumps and s I was approaching the last three rows without being addressed "excuse me", I was smiling even wider. One more step and then there it was,"Excuse me?" a timid little voice from my lower left called. It was a guy sitting in the last row right before the galley.
It was Mr.Geeky-Cute. Caucasian, quite long legs, tattered and faded looking jeans with a t-shirt, wearing spectacles with dirty blond hair looking at me. He looked shy and timid so I was more than happy to help him out with any of his queries. Can you imagine if it was a demanding, over-confident, self-obsessed person who was tugging onto my arm while screaming ,"EXCUSE ME!!" into my ear?!? Hell, with my temper, that person would never live an hour on the 7 hour flight.
Mr.Geeky-Cute wanted to know if there was a seat available at the emergency exits to ease his legs throughout the long hauled flight. So I did what I was paid for based on every typical homosapien's perception, I assisted him in finding the seat. Bingo! Found him one, in between a girl and a guy somewhere at the middle of the aircraft. After I found the seat, I was heading back to him to tell him the good news, I was stopped by some of the crews at the mid galley for a coffee. Because I don't drink coffee to boost my energy level, I decided to go with a Coke. Aahh, good old caffein and sugar to boost my energy level at such an absurd hour.
Went back to him, told him the good news, expecting him to be like any other passenger to immediately jump to the opportunity to move to the seat which would allow him to have more legspace, then there it wss, nicely said to me which made me feel like how some passengers just get a kick out of making the crew walk the entire aircraft for fun or revenge,"Oh, I'm comfortable here".
Time passed quickly and after we finished the service, i decided to hang out at the back galley with the rest of the crew. Having something to eat and then passing through some area of turbulence, the plane got really bumpy. I coudn't help but notice Mr.Geeky-Cute was starring into the screen with so much interest. I was sitting on the jumpseat just adjacent to his seat and he turned around to tell me that it was an interesting film. "Okkayy...and this affects me...how??' of course I was polite enough to just agree with him because I had no clue what film he was talking about.
We started getting into a light conversation about what the film was about, who was in it but he didn't know the name of the film. Hmm....so much for the status 'Geeky' in the first place. Nice chap I must admit. But far too geeky. And when I say that I mean by the looks. Hillarious as it sounds but it's true. After a few minutes of clean conversation, the flight was almost over. I thought he would be like any other passenger on any flight which I would never see again. So it didn't really matter to me what he thought of me anyways.
When the aircraft landed in Changi International Airport(Singapore), I was filled with joy and happiness that I was well, almost home. Couldn't wait to get out of the plane, I packed my bags while the passengers were leaving the aircraft. He was one of those in line when I was at the mid galley bidding farewell to the rest of the homosapiens that I would never ever again see or bump into for a long, LONG time. As he was approaching the mid galley, he walked towards me and drawed me aside with his whisperieng. I thought he wanted maybe a pair of socks, or toothbrush or maybe ask which gate to come back to after the half hour transit. But no, none of the above. He told me that it would be nice to have my number to hang out with me sometime in Dubai because he works in Abu Dhabi.
Hmm.... he could be a serial psycopath killer but he looks more timid than he does like some asylum-fugitive. But what the heck, I'll take my chances and gave him my number. I got off from the plane and holding the thought that maybe I won't be seeing him again but it didn't seem to bother me much.
One week after, I was supposed to be operating back from Brisbane to Singapore to Dubai but because I had food poisoning in Brisbane, I was ordered(literally!) by the doctor in Brisbane to fly straight back from Brisbane to Dubai as a passenger. On the flight I was expecting to be sitting alone and sleeping for the rest of the time. So, I got all my stuff ready..pillow = check, journal=check, pens=check, blanket=check,socks=check, bottle of water=check.
Intending to use the lavatory before any of the unruly passengers decided to hogg the toilet with the never-ending time they have on the flight, I rushed there whilst boarding was still in progress. Right after I came out from the lavatory, with both hands dripping wet with water, there he was, right in front of me. Mr.Geeky-Cute. On the same flight as me back to Dubai. Beside me was *Dani, a Bulgarian chick who was with our set of crew. She was eyeing him like a hawk, ready to swoop in at the prey at any unexpected time. She didn't know about my Mr.Geeky-Cute incident.
"You again?!? What are you doing here 50Delta?" I addressed him. He laughed and told me that he was again located at 50D for the entire flight back to Dubai. Thank God I wasn't nasty to him in the previous flight last week. What are the odds of meeting a passenger again on the plane?
We sat together and talked and laughed and very much enjoyed each other's company. I was pleased as my 7 hour flight was pretty entertaining and not just surrounded by snores and pointless chatting with people out of courtesy.
I learned more about him and i suppose he did learn more about me. It was fun meeting him again out of coincidence. *Dani was not too pleased about how we got to talking and enjoying each other's company. Whilst I was at the back galley, she hissed at me "He's MINE!" and it simply amused me at how she was being so territorial yet determined. She tried all sorts of tricks like giving him a toy bag, starting empty conversations with him about how the Captain was also from the same place he's from...bla...bla".
It was funny. I'm glad I get to meet nice people on the flight, the sane ones of course. Most of the time, they're just weird and crazy in some ways.
The day came and I haven't had an ounce of a good night's sleep the night before the flight. Clearly I was not prepared for this 9 day journey. The morning uneasiness broke and I had to drag my feet to the bathroom. I was just so close to calling sick for the flight. After ironing my uniform and preparing all my stuff for my trip, I remembered how my friend has requested for me to help him carry some things over to Singapore for his family. Shoving and stuffing all the crap into my suitcase, I finally managed to close the bag and head off to the briefing centre for work. There were many new faces in the briefing room. I'm not sure if it was the champagne I had the night before that suddenly decided to kick in or the lack of sleep, I was filled with adrenalin rush and was really chirpy (and when i mean chirpy, I mean CHIRPY!)
Broke the silence in the briefing room and made people laugh (at me) as usual, and headed off for the flight. Everyone seemed to be in a really good mood for the flight. Thank God I didn't call sick for this flight seeing that had such a great set of crew.
On the flight to Singapore (1st sector) I was doing my job on the plane and found myself surprisingly helpful and happy. Honestly, I don't know what possessed me but I was more happy than my usual self. After boarding, I was going to the aft of the plane to prepare the rest of the things that had to be prepared. On my way, just one more step to the galley and I was there. My feet were killing me in the horrifying-looking pumps and s I was approaching the last three rows without being addressed "excuse me", I was smiling even wider. One more step and then there it was,"Excuse me?" a timid little voice from my lower left called. It was a guy sitting in the last row right before the galley.
It was Mr.Geeky-Cute. Caucasian, quite long legs, tattered and faded looking jeans with a t-shirt, wearing spectacles with dirty blond hair looking at me. He looked shy and timid so I was more than happy to help him out with any of his queries. Can you imagine if it was a demanding, over-confident, self-obsessed person who was tugging onto my arm while screaming ,"EXCUSE ME!!" into my ear?!? Hell, with my temper, that person would never live an hour on the 7 hour flight.
Mr.Geeky-Cute wanted to know if there was a seat available at the emergency exits to ease his legs throughout the long hauled flight. So I did what I was paid for based on every typical homosapien's perception, I assisted him in finding the seat. Bingo! Found him one, in between a girl and a guy somewhere at the middle of the aircraft. After I found the seat, I was heading back to him to tell him the good news, I was stopped by some of the crews at the mid galley for a coffee. Because I don't drink coffee to boost my energy level, I decided to go with a Coke. Aahh, good old caffein and sugar to boost my energy level at such an absurd hour.
Went back to him, told him the good news, expecting him to be like any other passenger to immediately jump to the opportunity to move to the seat which would allow him to have more legspace, then there it wss, nicely said to me which made me feel like how some passengers just get a kick out of making the crew walk the entire aircraft for fun or revenge,"Oh, I'm comfortable here".
Time passed quickly and after we finished the service, i decided to hang out at the back galley with the rest of the crew. Having something to eat and then passing through some area of turbulence, the plane got really bumpy. I coudn't help but notice Mr.Geeky-Cute was starring into the screen with so much interest. I was sitting on the jumpseat just adjacent to his seat and he turned around to tell me that it was an interesting film. "Okkayy...and this affects me...how??' of course I was polite enough to just agree with him because I had no clue what film he was talking about.
We started getting into a light conversation about what the film was about, who was in it but he didn't know the name of the film. Hmm....so much for the status 'Geeky' in the first place. Nice chap I must admit. But far too geeky. And when I say that I mean by the looks. Hillarious as it sounds but it's true. After a few minutes of clean conversation, the flight was almost over. I thought he would be like any other passenger on any flight which I would never see again. So it didn't really matter to me what he thought of me anyways.
When the aircraft landed in Changi International Airport(Singapore), I was filled with joy and happiness that I was well, almost home. Couldn't wait to get out of the plane, I packed my bags while the passengers were leaving the aircraft. He was one of those in line when I was at the mid galley bidding farewell to the rest of the homosapiens that I would never ever again see or bump into for a long, LONG time. As he was approaching the mid galley, he walked towards me and drawed me aside with his whisperieng. I thought he wanted maybe a pair of socks, or toothbrush or maybe ask which gate to come back to after the half hour transit. But no, none of the above. He told me that it would be nice to have my number to hang out with me sometime in Dubai because he works in Abu Dhabi.
Hmm.... he could be a serial psycopath killer but he looks more timid than he does like some asylum-fugitive. But what the heck, I'll take my chances and gave him my number. I got off from the plane and holding the thought that maybe I won't be seeing him again but it didn't seem to bother me much.
One week after, I was supposed to be operating back from Brisbane to Singapore to Dubai but because I had food poisoning in Brisbane, I was ordered(literally!) by the doctor in Brisbane to fly straight back from Brisbane to Dubai as a passenger. On the flight I was expecting to be sitting alone and sleeping for the rest of the time. So, I got all my stuff ready..pillow = check, journal=check, pens=check, blanket=check,socks=check, bottle of water=check.
Intending to use the lavatory before any of the unruly passengers decided to hogg the toilet with the never-ending time they have on the flight, I rushed there whilst boarding was still in progress. Right after I came out from the lavatory, with both hands dripping wet with water, there he was, right in front of me. Mr.Geeky-Cute. On the same flight as me back to Dubai. Beside me was *Dani, a Bulgarian chick who was with our set of crew. She was eyeing him like a hawk, ready to swoop in at the prey at any unexpected time. She didn't know about my Mr.Geeky-Cute incident.
"You again?!? What are you doing here 50Delta?" I addressed him. He laughed and told me that he was again located at 50D for the entire flight back to Dubai. Thank God I wasn't nasty to him in the previous flight last week. What are the odds of meeting a passenger again on the plane?
We sat together and talked and laughed and very much enjoyed each other's company. I was pleased as my 7 hour flight was pretty entertaining and not just surrounded by snores and pointless chatting with people out of courtesy.
I learned more about him and i suppose he did learn more about me. It was fun meeting him again out of coincidence. *Dani was not too pleased about how we got to talking and enjoying each other's company. Whilst I was at the back galley, she hissed at me "He's MINE!" and it simply amused me at how she was being so territorial yet determined. She tried all sorts of tricks like giving him a toy bag, starting empty conversations with him about how the Captain was also from the same place he's from...bla...bla".
It was funny. I'm glad I get to meet nice people on the flight, the sane ones of course. Most of the time, they're just weird and crazy in some ways.
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