June 11th, 1989

June 11th, 1989

Flight from LHR – PIT

Presently on crew rest, en route to Pittsburgh on this, my first trip to America as cabin crew. Mum was beside herself with excitement this morning and felt the need to recount just about every story from her time as a nanny in New York, many, many years ago. Granda, of course, got caught up in mum’s excitement and had his own list of questions.

“So, you’re telling me you can get a wee drink on the plane?”

“Oh yes, Granda, we carry plenty of whisky,” I laughed. “It’s like a restaurant up there.”

“Isnt’ that something,” he said with a glint in his eye.

Mum chipped in, “Next time you come down Jimmy, maybe we’ll go on one of Karen’s flights.”

“Would you like that Granda?” I asked

“Oh aye hen, that would be something. It’d be my first time on a plane, can you imagine at my age.”
“Some of the passengers I’ve met make you look like a spring chicken.”

He let out a lovely long chuckle. “Och, you’re some lassie. And you look awful bonny in your uniform.”

“Thank you Granda. Is there anything you’d like me to bring you back?” I asked.

“From America?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” I muttered, “Can you think of anything?”

“You would do that for me hen?”

“Of course. What would you like?”

“Wit aboot one of the caps all the Yanks wear? D’ye know the ones I mean?”

“A baseball cap?”

“Aye, that’s the one.”

“I’ll get you two.”

One of the girls I’m working with is hysterically funny and I think she might be just what I need on this first trip back. We sat together in the briefing room and continued chatting, all the way onboard. We’re working down the back together and she’s a ball of energy for sure. Her name is Frankie.

 

 

 

 

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