月巴先生終於吃完了那一大碗混集了所有味道的雪糕，對我們阿姐的「無間斷性」騷擾，也暫時告一段落。他回到有如為他度身訂造的「棺材房」休息 ─ 我們的商務容位不論價錢或大小都跟市面上的棺材房差不多呢，坐在裡面你可以隔絕周圍的騷擾，旁邊的乘客是完全影響不到你的。
So the drama continued. You may refer to the previous chapter to see what happened before.
After finishing the huge bowl of ice cream, Mr Fatso eventually decided to go back to his seat, which looked a bit like a nicely decorated coffin – passengers could now have their complete privacy, surrounded by walls and wouldn’t be disturbed by the those sitting next to them at all.
Basically I couldn’t care less about him, after he complained about me collecting his empty glass. As long as I stayed away from his gaze, and let my Japanese colleagues handle him, I should be fine. Suddenly I felt quite a hard push on my back and I almost dropped the tray I was holding. If you ask any flight attendant, he or she will definitely tell you “being touched, patted, nudged, pushed or anything that involves physical contacts” is at the top of our “hate list”. I turned and saw the fatty already on his way to his seat. I was literally at the edge of insanity.
Hours later before we landed in Japan, the passenger call light flashed. I reflectively went to the cabin immediately. My heart sank into the deep ocean, sweat beading on my forehead, when I realised it was the fatty who pressed the call button. He looked at my nameplate and snorted, “Send a Japanese crew here, I don’t wanna talk to you.” I had encountered this kind of situation so many times – Japanese passengers stared at my nameplate, realised I was from Hong Kong, and then either tried to convince me that they were speaking English, or intentionally showed me that they were not fond of foreign base crew members.
In some way, some of them were really “a nightmare dressed in a daydream”. But this fatty was the worst nightmare from which I was trying to awake.
I turned, cursed, and went straight to the galley. I opened the cart containing the used glasses, got one of them and went straight back to the cabin.
“Thank you for complaining about me collecting your empty glass,” I placed the dirty glass hard against his table. I didn’t know where this courage came from. But I dared not even look at his face after that.
You know what? Magically he didn’t complain afterwards. And apparently I wasn’t the one who collected that glass in the end.