A couple of other people asked me for Coke, juice and so on.
I delivered the drinks and made my way to the cockpit with the pilots' meals. On returning down the cabin into Economy, the same passenger again requested a vodka. At this stage I'd already gotten lots of orders so by the time I made it back to his seat, he was asleep.
I left the vodka, with a glass of ice & lemon on the table.
About thirty minutes later, my supervisor came back into the galley while we were eating, and she was laughing, but like she was trying not to show it. Behind her was the passenger who'd asked me for the drinks, looking quite agitated and holding a now-melted glass of ice with a vodka miniature in hand.
My suprvisor explained to me that he was upset because he'd kept getting the wrong drink.
Turns out this guy had a thick European accent (which had gone unnoticed via his one-word responses to our questions) and had actually been asking for WATER.
Oh the fun of language barriers!!
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As I travel over seas to dig in the dirt I can relate to that problem.
ReplyDeleteHa! That's a cute story. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteExpensive water!
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