The poor fellow on Seat 4C was shivering.
Exhausted… hungry… he had come from an all-night editing gig and rushed to the airport with no sleep.
(The body apparently has its effective ways of complaining about how over-driven and overworked it is.)
Upon seeing a male steward, Seat 4C passenger pleaded… no, begged for a blanket.
The steward gave an uncaring nod.
Fifteen minutes later… and still no blanket.
Seat 4C passenger was freezing.
Fortunately, a female flight attendant passed by and asked what was wrong.
After being informed, the attendant immediately produced a blanket.
That male steward in the beginning of this story never came back.
The clown never showed his face either to Seat 7D passenger who was also freezing… and who also requested for a blanket.
The useless SOB was too lazy to care for passengers in need.
When Seat 4C passenger felt well enough to report the unforgivable “incident”, he went to the galley where the attendants were collectively chilling.
The SOB (probably scared to death) had no balls for a confrontation.
But a name was extracted from a cautiously protective colleague.
This is a true story.
I was Seat 4C passenger… and the Seat 7D passenger was my daughter.
Remember the name of that lazy, uncaring steward next time you fly Philippine Airlines: