For awhile, I always seemed to get this trip that included a flight from Burbank to Las Vegas on Friday evening. There was this one pax who boarded every week. She was older...I'd say early 70's, and she had lived a hard life of drinking and smoking. She always had a few drinks in the airport (or, on the way to the airport) and wanted to get a few more on the flight. Because she had caused problems in the flights a few times, SWA had a standing agreement with her...she could fly us, but she couldn't drink while on our flights (I guess she got pretty mean when she drank too much).
Every week when they carried her up the stairs, I would say, "Ma'am, you understand that I am not going to be serving you alcohol on the flight today, right." She'd say, "Right, right...I know the rules." Well, as soon as our wheel lifted off the ground, she'd hit her call button. When I went over to her, she'd say, "Bring me a double bourbon!". I'd remind her of our agreement, and she would say, "Just send another waitress over here...I don't like you....you're fired!!!" She'd eventually ask all of us, and all of us would get "fired".
Then, the next week she come back on and try it again. As she'd see me, she would say, "Well, hello sweetie!!! Good to see you again!! But, I'm confused...didn't I fire you last week?" I'd reply, "Yes ma'am, you did." She'd just laugh, and say, "Well, it's good to see you again." Then a few minutes later, she'd fire me all over again.
She was a riot!!!
Beca