A New Low
So I am flying home today and for the first time in years I end up in a seat on the exit row. Sounds great to me, I get a little extra space around my feet for my backpack.
The 40ish flight attendant was making her rounds and when she got to my row she looked at me with this silly face and said “now, are you okay to sit in the exit row?” I am little confused by her tone, but I assure her that it is not a problem. Apparently she was not convinced because she then asked “well, how old are you?” I couldn’t believe she was actually asking me this, but I answered “26″ anyway.
This seemed pretty stupid to me, but then it got worse when the other flight attendent read her part over the intercom: “Children under the age of 15 are not allowed to sit in an exit row.” So apparently the flight attendant who first spoke to me thought that I might be 14 or younger. Come on, tell me that I don’t look 14!
And before you say it, yes, I have heard it a thousand times before: “you’ll appreciate that when you are older.” Wonderful.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just shut up and give me your lunch money, freshman.
Comment by spoonix — January 3, 2006 @ 2:52 amHeh, I’ve heard more than a few of these kinds of stories from my mother. No-one ever guesses her age correctly. The classic was when she was stopped in the hallway while attending a parent-teacher confrence at my sister’s high school. They thought she was a student. She was 40 at the time.
Seems to happen to skinny people alot.
Comment by Monsyne Dragon — January 3, 2006 @ 11:33 amThat’s what crack’ll do to you.
Comment by Ken Kinder — January 3, 2006 @ 1:10 pmHaha, Ken! So true;)
Comment by Lola — January 3, 2006 @ 10:03 pmWhat is with the crack jokes?
Comment by Cory — January 3, 2006 @ 10:13 pmyou and dragon’s mom are probably using the same crack dealer.
Comment by Sam — January 11, 2006 @ 6:07 pmSameer, you’re too fucking lazy to do crack. That shit takes work, yo!
Comment by Ken Kinder — January 11, 2006 @ 6:22 pmhuh?
Comment by Sameer — January 11, 2006 @ 6:50 pm