I parked my rear into the exit seat row that was right next to the main loading and unloading door. As all people who have flown know, you know about the talk that one is to get when you decide to sit your butt down in that row. To my right was a tattooed guy, probably around my age. He had on a green gap and had a full beard, kinda chubby. To my left was a blond lady. She had an accent, and at first I thought it was scandinavian or german, but her phone conversation confirmed that she was hispanic. Speaking quite loudly on her cell, the flight attendant obviously knew she was not speaking English.
"Excuse me ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to listen for a second."
Blah, blah, blah... y no me dices... blah, blah, blah...
Stares at the lady. 5 minutes elapse.
Phone turned off and staring at flight attendant.
So the spiel is given, and the last question she asks is whether we understand, and we all nod. Then she stares at me, so I smile politely.
"Do you understand?"
Nod.
"Say something?"
Confused stare, "What?"
"Ok, I get people smiling and nodding at me all the time, and they don't understand."
Polite smile and think.
Now what the fuck am I supposed to think damn it?! I had to prove my English when the hispanic lady not saying anything in English obviously knows English, but I gots to speak up to prove something.
Ain't that a shame... Delta, this Europe flight best not run the same way!
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Dude, I'd formally complain to the airline. It's so twisted that she didn't ask the hispanic lady to "say something" too...
and what about the tattoo guy for that matter?
Unless, of course, you happenned to be doing your autistic stare at that moment, in which case she just had to make sure you were "with it" ;-)
I was nodding and responding to her in as normal a way as I know how, so no i wasn't autistic at that moment :p
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