We Parkies can be a challenge, an opportunity, or both (duh?) for frontline customer service reps, such as airline flight attendants.
PD dealt me a new one Monday on Southwest flight 374, Houston to Portland, Ore. My body thermostat suddenly was set at what seemed 110°. Another first from PD’s sly hand.
The Missus and I had a “prime” second row seat. One problem. Front of the plane is hottest. I fled to the far back of the 90% full flight.
Flight attendant Erica pulled a Fat Tire beer for me after just three paragraphs of my “I’m being boiled alive lament.”
Erica earned a big one for Southwest with a sympathetic ear and, actually, two Fat Tires.
Not so for her crewmate Christina, who also knew I was a Parkie.
Bad Christina first gave me the fish eye, then refused me a temporary place next to her on one of those made-for-children’s-butts-jump-seats that attendants use. (“FAA regs”, you know.)
While tending to her Facebook, she looked up and said with great authority: “Next time sit in the middle of the plane.
My irritated, back-at-her: ”No shit, Christina.”
THAT I had already figured out while standing up for most of the 4-hour flight.
Good on Erica. Bad on Christina.
But both should have tried to move a few people around to find me a new seat.
For my part, I should have thought to ask for that move.
At the end of the stand-up flight was the World Parkinson Congress. One of its goals is to raise awareness about the special needs of Parkies, such as body thermostat disruptions while aboard airplanes.