Think we discussed this before but here's how I treat the F-As (Short for flying angels!) who are to be treated wtih respect (except the Sally Sunshines who come on with an attitude! The Sunshines STILL get the pleases and thanks)

CM: May I have a Coke with not too much ice?

FA: Why of course Mr. Catman! And would you like the chicken or the steak?

CM: I really don't care. Whatever is easier for you (Or I try to get the name of the F-A and insert here!)

FA: But you make the choice.

CM: Well the steak then please. And Please bring it with a BECK since I can't get my Sam Adams.

FA (Laughs You are so nice.

CM: Thank you very much and so are you! Have a MEOWY DAY.

Painless.

As for the seatmates, I alwasy wait for someone to make the first attempt at a conversation. I am naturally shy around strangers (even Flyertalkers at teh first meeting and even the second!)

The one exception: a drop dead gorgious woman in the seat next to me! And then I will make the first attempts at conversation. Generally they go to sleep or tell me about their husbands or boyfriends!

A lot of the time the intoxicated men and the little old ladies (NOT YOU PUNKI! YOU ARE DECADES AWAY FROM BEING OLD!) get chatty. The old ladies wonder why I live alone wtih cats. The hammered dudes tell me their many problems.

DR. CATMAN, B.A., M.S. P.H.F (Doctor who helps FRiends)



[This message has been edited by Catman (edited 02-25-2000).]