So I hop out of the jet to go check the weather channel website for the flight to San Diego. I hop on a computer and a Jet Blue agent with a "I'm Mr. Important" walkie-talkie runs up to the counter and demands to know what I'm doing.
"Uhh, hold on, I'm checking some satellite pictures"
His face glows red and you can almost see steam coming out of his ears.
So I finish up what I'm doing, smile, and walk back to the jet.
"There's a computer terminal at GATE 37!!" he exclaims.
Funny thing is, Jet Blue leases this gate a few times per day from DELTA and their flight had already pushed back, no passengers in the area and I was in full uniform.
Geez, and supposedly I was the butthole. Go figure.
"Uhh, hold on, I'm checking some satellite pictures"
His face glows red and you can almost see steam coming out of his ears.
So I finish up what I'm doing, smile, and walk back to the jet.
"There's a computer terminal at GATE 37!!" he exclaims.
Funny thing is, Jet Blue leases this gate a few times per day from DELTA and their flight had already pushed back, no passengers in the area and I was in full uniform.
Geez, and supposedly I was the butthole. Go figure.