Airport Holidays

Hope everyone had a Happy Easter!  

Holidays in the airport are interesting.  Especially on Easter Sunday.  I wasn't expecting to work, as I was working an at home standby shift and my roommates and I were planning to go to church and lunch, as most of the Christian population does on Easter Sunday.  But alas, we all got called in and my flight out was to Atlanta at 10:45 which means I had a 9:45 sign in time.  (Turns out line holders don't like to work on holidays after all...can you imagine?!)  Since I hadn't flown anything but a turn to Montréal in a week I was happy to grab my bags and head towards Laguardia.  

The airport was crazy quiet.  No craziness, no lines at security, and only 14 people on my flight....now that's a good day!  I wasn't sure whether or not I should wish people a Happy Easter or not since not everyone celebrates, so I waited for an Easter greeting and reciprocated depending upon the passenger. We only had about 30 minutes between flights in Atlanta, so I stayed on board and chatted with my FA 2 (on our CRJ aircraft we have 2 flight attendants versus only having 1 on the Embraer) and the ground crew in Atlanta.  The gate agent was French so we had a quick conversation before it was time to board a full flight headed to Chicago.  

Chicago was CRAZY.  The airport was packed with families trying to get home all in one piece with all their luggage.  We were boarding an American flight to deadhead back to New York (deadhead=we fly as passengers but still get per diem hours/it's terrible) but we were upgraded to first class on a 767 so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.  We went through all of the safety demo videos and compliance checks, as we climbed into the atmosphere I dozed off for a few minutes.  What did I wake up to?  

A giant Easter bunny asking me if I wanted a hot towel.  

Okay, so it wasn't a giant easter bunny but it might as well have been.  This apron she was wearing was a GIANT pink bunny face with fuzzy, floppy ears where the *ahem* chest was and a grinning embroidered smile.  Yikes...how creepy.  After realizing I never answered her question and embarrassingly was staring at her front side, I cleared my throat and gave her my most unsincere, "I like your apron?"  Since she wore it for the outlandish compliments I'm sure she didn't mind.  

The worst part about her apron?  When she turned around to head back to the galley there were two white puff balls at the end of her bow ties.  Now that is doin' too much.