Not a flight attendant, just an obnoxious passenger. When I was about 8, I flew to the US for the first time from England before finally moving here a year and a half later. This flight took off at about 10pm, so it was an overnight, and as an 8-year-old, I got bored about half way through and couldn’t sleep. The flight was only about half full, so I started exploring.
About 5 or 6 rows up (not at all in first class) was a fairly large gentleman who was still awake, and there was no one else around, so I started talking to him. He was friendly, and told jokes, and had candy, and the flight attendant kept on bringing us drinks and peanuts long after they stopped even looking at everyone else, which was cool. They also kept on apologizing to him, and asking if he wanted them to make me leave him alone, which I thought was funny.
Some time later, I ended up falling asleep next to him, and he got me a blanket, and let me rest. When I woke up, my mother was apologizing profusely and was dragging me off him and ushering me to the back of the plane (both my parents smoked and this was the 80s). When we got back there, she scolded me for embarrassing her, and then didn’t talk to me for the remainder of the flight (she was grumpy like that).
As we were getting off the plane, he came over and told my mother that it was okay, and that I kept him entertained, and that he hates flying by himself, and then he gave me a hug and signed something for her. It wasn’t till a few years later that she finally explained to me that the guy from the plane was Meatloaf. Still to this day my coolest “I met a celebrity” story, especially when he hit it big again a few years later and I could actually put some substance behind who he was!
My father was a pilot and my mother was a flight attendant. I’ve always said my mom should write a book.
In the 1960s, my mom’s route was LA-NY and back (1st class cabin) so it always had a famous person or two, actors were always the worst for her. Most notable was being manhandled by Robert Goulet as he proceeded to tell the whole plane that he had sex with her (didn’t happen). After my mom asked Lucille Ball what she would like to drink, Lucille Ball replied “I don’t talk to servants.” Johnny Carson was also an a-hole to flight attendants. He would put a sign on his seat which read “Yes I am him, no I don’t want a drink.”
My mom also said that musicians were always the most kind. Her favorites were Jim Morrison and The Mammas & the Pappas. She always said, if they seemed nice on TV they usually weren’t. And those who had the worst reputations were usually the nicest.
My dad didn’t interact with passengers so he didn’t have any good stories. The only thing he talked about was ferrying football teams. Whenever he hauled John Madden’s Raiders, they’d have to double up on flight meals because if a player played well, Madden would give that player two meals.