So after a lot of secrecy, the secret is out. We have had this planned for months it was almost like planning our wedding. Our initial plan was to go in February but I told Zul to shift his leave to a later date, so late March it was.
We boarded SQ12 on a Monday morning at about 9 am. We sat at a bassinet seat although Nadya didn't use to bassinet at all. She preferred being carried in our arms as she slept. We had no choice but to do as she pleased.
We were seated beside a Chinese man who despite being an older man in his late 40s or early 50s acted like a child!
The crew has so much to do and he troubled them with all his wimps and fancies showing what a moron he was. The flight was full and that Chinese man insisted on being served last after everyone else have been served.
His reason?
He wanted ATTENTION.
Why?
Because we received attention. At least that's what he thought.
Did we receive extra attention?
Nope. Nadya did, not us. We were given the same food. Our food was served first because it was a Muslim meal. In case he didn't notice, they send out special meals first.
Sorry la, you wanna be special maybe ask for vegetarian food or something. Want to be even special? Shirk yourself and IQ to a child's. Children are always served first before everyone else. Nadya gets her post-weaning food way before ours always.
When the crew started with the meal service, that Chinese man told a stewardess beforehand what his choice of meal was first. However, he was to be served last after everyone else have been served.
Why did he do that?
Coz he wanted, now say it with me, ATTENTION!
Hours into the flight, Zul overheard him complaining to the crew in the galley about the extra treatment we received. What extra treatment did we get? I swear to god I don't remember being served satay.
I could smell them from the galley, but we didn't get any. I don't remember any of the crew coming up to me with fruits for me to pick.
They chatted with Zul a lot because Zul knew who they were. Plus we were nice passengers, it's only natural that they were nice to us because we didn't want to pick out on their mistakes and lack of attention when in fact, they were equally attentive to all.
In fact, the stewardess who attended to him personally maintained a genuine smile without even showing a trace of irritation towards that fussy attention seeker man.
Once the plane landed, everyone at Economy class had to wait for the passengers from First and Business class to leave. They are the priority passengers. They paid hundreds and thousands more, it only makes sense that they get to leave before people from Economy class does.
This time, it took them slightly longer to let the Economy class passengers to be able to leave because there was a wheelchair bound passenger on Business class.
When that Chinese man found out about this he said, "It's blocking MY way." Zul overheard him said that and my goodness, if only he gets wheelchair bound and people start treating him like a piece of rotten meat then he'll feel.
So inconsiderate!
If he wanted attention, pay tickets on Business or First class. There are HUNDREDS of people on Economy class, how can he expect being given a lot of attention? That's why they've very little seats on Business or First class.
If you're only willing to pay for Economy class, then accept whatever that's given to you. Don't come whining that you weren't given attention. Such a brat! Acted like a child.
After tolerating that man for 6 hours, we landed in Japan...
Transit in Japan for an hour. Bought green tea and wasabi kit kat. Have yet to try either. We shared a cuppa coffee.
You're seeing America there. That country is so big we spent half and hour flying over empty plots of land and loads of mountains.
We landed into LAX and Oh My God I was in Los Angeles y'all. It's the land of fame excess.
Stepped out of the airport and waddayaknow, lucky Zul and I didn't go to Japan, saving us thousands, because they've got cherry blossoms growing right outside the airport!
Don't believe me?
Take a look...
Ready?
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