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But I want THAT!
I had purchased my favorite meal from an airport cafe to take on my usual flight from New York to somewhere in the UK. After dinner service was finished, I pulled my purchased food from its hiding spot in the galley, heated it up in an oven, and plated it on extra first class china.
Most passengers in the cabin were sleeping, watching TV, or working. The most I was required to do was walk through the cabin every 10-15 minutes to check on those who wanted more to drink, etc. so it was relatively quiet.
I sat down on a jumpseat with my food when a man came up to use the lav. He stopped to look at my food and screamed, "What is that? Why wasn't I offered that?" I'm confused because he was just served a fairly nice 5-course dinner right after leveling off after takeoff.
Me: Sir, I bought this food in the airport before we left New York. It's [dish name] from [airport restaurant]. Did you not enjoy your rack of lamb? (I am waaaay to nice)
SC: Yes, but I wanted that! You were deliberately keeping it from your passengers.
Me: No, this is MY food that I purchased with my own money. It was not furnished by [my airline] and, therefore was not a passenger dinner choice.
SC: Well, you should share it with me
Me: No sir, I will not share my PURCHASED food with you. If you would like more food we have [food 1, food 2, and food 3] leftover. I'd be happy to put a plate together for you.
SC: *stomps off to the lav*
Me: *finding another place to hide to finish my meal*
Next time, pay for first class!
On US carriers, the curtain between first class and coach is required to be see through. The aircraft model I mostly worked on had a coach lavatory right behind said curtain. When passengers would queue for that lav, they would stare at what we were serving in first class.
At least once a month, one of these passengers would peek their head in and ask to take what's "extra" off of my cart because their food was so bad. I loved telling them no and making them get out of my cabin.
Also, complimentary newspapers were given to first class only. If there were left overs, we'd offer them to the first few rows of coach as a nice gesture. Never failed that we'd hear screaming about newspapers from row 25. Ugh, when it was my call, I'd just set them in the galley and they could have one if they asked.
I had purchased my favorite meal from an airport cafe to take on my usual flight from New York to somewhere in the UK. After dinner service was finished, I pulled my purchased food from its hiding spot in the galley, heated it up in an oven, and plated it on extra first class china.
Most passengers in the cabin were sleeping, watching TV, or working. The most I was required to do was walk through the cabin every 10-15 minutes to check on those who wanted more to drink, etc. so it was relatively quiet.
I sat down on a jumpseat with my food when a man came up to use the lav. He stopped to look at my food and screamed, "What is that? Why wasn't I offered that?" I'm confused because he was just served a fairly nice 5-course dinner right after leveling off after takeoff.
Me: Sir, I bought this food in the airport before we left New York. It's [dish name] from [airport restaurant]. Did you not enjoy your rack of lamb? (I am waaaay to nice)
SC: Yes, but I wanted that! You were deliberately keeping it from your passengers.
Me: No, this is MY food that I purchased with my own money. It was not furnished by [my airline] and, therefore was not a passenger dinner choice.
SC: Well, you should share it with me
Me: No sir, I will not share my PURCHASED food with you. If you would like more food we have [food 1, food 2, and food 3] leftover. I'd be happy to put a plate together for you.
SC: *stomps off to the lav*
Me: *finding another place to hide to finish my meal*
Next time, pay for first class!
On US carriers, the curtain between first class and coach is required to be see through. The aircraft model I mostly worked on had a coach lavatory right behind said curtain. When passengers would queue for that lav, they would stare at what we were serving in first class.
At least once a month, one of these passengers would peek their head in and ask to take what's "extra" off of my cart because their food was so bad. I loved telling them no and making them get out of my cabin.
Also, complimentary newspapers were given to first class only. If there were left overs, we'd offer them to the first few rows of coach as a nice gesture. Never failed that we'd hear screaming about newspapers from row 25. Ugh, when it was my call, I'd just set them in the galley and they could have one if they asked.
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