The flight attendant batted her eyelashes at the tall man sitting next to me, thanking him for being a “1k member” with the airlines. She offered an assortment of snacks and drinks, telling him to take as many as he wanted. She reached her tray out to him, bonking me over the head. Along with cocktails, I spotted chocolates, wafers and dried fruit.
When it was my turn, she told me flatly, “What do you want? Pick only one…oh, there’s just pretzels left.”
“I’ll take the pretzels.”
Typical American attitude.
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