I know I’m a little late to comment on this, but I’m totally on the fence about the full body scanners that are popping up everywhere. I’ll be honest, I feel very uncomfortable going through them. I feel absolutely vulnerable but I guess it’s a small price to pay for security. Although I can’t imagine many hijackers are flying out of Windsor, Ontario. Thoughts???

As I am writing this, my eyelids are straining to stay open.  It was my last trip of the day and we were just fifty metres from the gate just waiting to be signaled up to our spot.  We waited and waited and waited.  We waited for a total of 55 minutes.  I noticed a lot of eyes leering the emergency exits.

I had a passenger today with the worst B.O. I’ve smelled in all my years in the sky.  I’m at a loss for words to describe it.  It made my eyes water. My co-attendant sprayed her perfume in that general direction every time she passed by with her cart.  I don’t want to sound mean but it’s just disrespectful of others who have to be around you.

I LOVED Evelyn’s story.  Please send me your stories!!!  Whether you’re an attendant, passenger, pilot, baggage handler etc…it doesn’t matter!  Everyone’s welcome!

Hey all!  Just wanted to let everyone know the woman and her baby are fine!  Ok, the woman didn’t wake up right away when we landed; in fact, we almost had to take off again with both of them still onboard – but after my co-attendant screamed in the woman’s ear for what seemed like 30 seconds, the woman FINALLY woke up.    And yes I called social service to make a visit.

On Monday, a woman brought her baby (I’m assuming it’s her baby) onto the plane that I was attending and must’ve taken too many sleeping pills because she wouldn’t wake up.  That baby cried and cried and then began to non-stop wail.  I couldn’t understand why she was ignoring her baby.  Finally I asked her politely if she needed help but when she didn’t respond (I’ll be honest) there was a brief moment where I thought she might be dead.  But after a quick check for breath with a spoon (I’m quite the MacGyver if I do say so myself), I discovered her breathing and a bottle of sleeping pills wedged in her seat next to her.  Now here’s the thing, the plane ride is less than a half an hour long.  I know!  Who takes sleeping pills for a thirty-minute flight, right?