Here I am on my plane back home. Missing my family and friends, but so grateful for having them in my life. Two weeks of my home visit went passed too quickly. Every year I visit my parents, I could see they are getting older each year from their faces and walking. Energizer ads like nieces and nephew were even more lovely and out of control. Piled up works and home madnesses are on my sister's face, but still happy being mom. Meeting familiar faces every day led the time to disappear in front of me without noticing. I had a plan how to consume more than 12 hours of time for the flight. I brought a book for this trip. I could’ve finished it already on the trip. But all the laughs and chats with people pushed the book aways from me. So I made myself a promise that I’d finish it on this flight.
The plane took off. My lunch had been served. People are watching movies or sleeping. All the lights were dimmed except mine. I've been wanting to know who was the killer in the book. So I was reading Through the jet engine sound. I saw a flight attendant asked an old guy next me to put his backpack up on the overhead compartment. My seat was a front seats. So was his. We didn’t have seats in front of us and those seats aren’t allowed to put bags on the floor or near the seats. He ignored. He simply pretended to put it away and placed it behind his calves. It bothered me that he didn’t follow the SIMPLE instruction. But I ignored it. I went back to reading.
A bit later the same flight attendant came around and asked him really politely that she’d love to put the bag up for him. And she explained the bag should not be out. But he didn’t want it. “I have things to pull out later. So I want to put it behind my calves tightly like this(he pointed it out his legs.) It'll be fine. So don't bother me. I am watching this film. “
That pisses me off. It is a simple task. If the bag was too heavy, I can understand. But it was not. If it was too complicated, I'd also understood what he was trying to do. The rule is rule and he’s not a child. He should know we have to follow these simple rules. The flight attendant might’ve been his daughter’s age if he has one. Can’t he consider how hard her works can be. There are regulations and she’s not telling us that it is for her. It is for all of our safety. Why did he think that her duty is bothering his movie? I really did not understand. So I tapped his arm and told him that it is the rule. If you need something, you can always pull out the bag again. He looked at me for a few seconds. I can tell he’s not happy. But he didn’t say anything and gave up his bag. The flight attendant then put the bag up and thanked me without sound.
I could’ve ignored. But it irritated me. We adults often tell kids that they need to follow rules or parents words. Then we behave like worse than children in public. Especially men think they can get away with it. Or we can raise voice and insist on something so little for selfish reasons. We really look out ourselves. I’ve been on many many flights. Men does make troubles more than women. I've seen it many times. How many time we have to point out that it is not okay? How much time do we need to fix?
There was no more drama. It wasn't really a drama cause it lasted very short time. but I was happy that I expressed. Following simple rules and being nice to a flight attendants really show who you are as a person. It is not a complicated math equation or anything. If there's a rule for our safety, we better follow. I gazed up on hime time to time. Luckily he didn't pull out the bag again. I finished my book and the killer had been caught thankfully. Backside of the plane's two wheels touched the ground. We all arrived in London safely. Thankful for the crews' hard works.