The Airline Labeled Her “Fat”
A New York lawmaker called and asked, “Do airlines put your physical description on your bag so they know who’s luggage belongs to who?”
I said, “No, why do you ask?”
She replied, “Well, when I checked in with the airline, they put a tag on my luggage that said (FAT), and I’m overweight; I think that is very rude.”
After putting her on hold for a minute while I “looked into it” (I was actually laughing) I came back and explained the city code for Fresno, CA is (FAT), and that the airline was just putting a destination tag on her luggage.
I had a New Hampshire Congresswoman ask for an aisle seat so that her hair wouldn’t get messed up by being near the window.
I got a call from a Candidate’s Staffer, who wanted to go to Capetown. I started to explain the length of the flight and the passport information then she interrupted me with, “I’m not trying to make you look stupid, but Capetown is in Massachusetts.”
Without trying to make her look like the stupid one, I calmly explained, “Cape Cod is in Massachusetts, Capetown is in Africa.”
Her response … click.
A Senior Vermont Congressman called, furious about a Florida package we did. I asked what was wrong with the vacation in Orlando. He said he was expecting an ocean-view room.
I tried to explain that is not possible, since Orlando is in the middle of the state.
He replied, “Don’t lie to me. I looked on the map, and Florida is a very thin state!!!”
I got a call from a Lawmakers Wife who asked, “Is it possible to see England from Canada?”
I said, “No.”
She said, “But they look so close on the map.”
An Illinois Congresswoman called last week. She needed to know how it was possible that her flight from Detroit left at 8:20am and got into Chicago at 8:33am.
I tried to explain that Michigan was an hour ahead of Illinois, but she could not understand the concept of time zones.
Finally, I told her the plane went very fast, and she bought that!
A Senator’s Aide called in inquiring about a trip package to Hawaii. After going over all the cost info, she asked, “Would it be cheaper to fly to California and then take the train to Hawaii?”
I just got off the phone with a freshman Congressman who asked, “How do I know which plane to get on?”
I asked him what exactly he meant, to which he replied, “I was told my flight number is 823, but none of these darn planes have numbers on them.”