A corporate jet arrives. We have nothing of our own moving for an hour, so I drove over to see if they needed any service before we packed in for a meal. "Hallo Captain, would you like to book any service before we shoot off for dinner?" The skipper is messing about with packages and unfathomable paperwork "P*ss Off you idiot! Can't you see I'm busy!" so off I p*ssed. (I am certainly an idiot, so I know who he's speaking to.) After meal break we find said machine closed up and a huge black plastic rubbish bag left outside. The skipper hadn't signed an ad-hoc charges sheet so we ignored it.
Back on shift next day when the crew arrive, they are disconcerted to find the trash bag still there after festering in the equatorial sun for 24 hours. No sweat, they think, we'll just drag it to the edge of the parking bay and leave it there then. Crew climb in and do their checks. Then, on the radio that we have tuned to the tower frequency, we hear them ask for start clearance. ATC refuse. They ask again and the tower tells them to put their garbage in the bin first. I can imagine the scene in the cockpit at this point. After a few moments of stunned silence the door opens, the F/A gets out, grabs the rubbish bag, carries it 150 meters to the nearest disposal point and puts the garbage in the skip. After she gets back aboard, smelling slightly less sweet than before, the start request is granted and they taxi out and leave. I wonder if the Skipper learned anything from that incident? Probably not. Rudeness is an incurable disease...
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Through difficulties to the cinema
[This message has been edited by Blacksheep (edited 18 April 2001).]