No Pancakes For Me

The flight was fine, although so far the staff of American airlines were not taking a shine to me. It was breakfast time and it was pancakes or omelets, mmmmm I thought this is perfect as my friends all tucked into their pancakes I waited patiently for my turn, "would you like an omlette madam" in a camp American accent, politely I answered; "do you not have any pancakes left" "No that why I asked if you wanted an omlette" rude rude man, sometimes I can't believe how these people get these jobs, I took the omlette but couldn't finish it, I’m not a huge fan of airplane egg. He came for the trays and no word of a lie he snatched mine from my hands almost dropping it on my lap. Next he offered drinks bearing in mind I was positioned mid row he asked everyone else before me. Was a strange experience, I often wonder what it was that turned him against me that day?  I guess I’ll never know.