
At Michelle’s birthday dinner this past weekend, we started talking about horrible, funny, and weird flight experiences we’d had. It was then that I was reminded of a funny story that happened to me once…
Back in December 2010, I was headed home to surprise my family for Christmas. I had just spent my first few months in Shanghai, and was looking forward to a little family lovin’. At the airport check-in counter with my Chinese friend Julie, who accompanied me to the airport, I was a little taken aback by the customer service rep’s question.
“Can you see very good?” she asked.
“Ummm…well, I can with my glasses on,” I answered her in a curious-sounding voice.
“But you can see?” she queried.
Leaning over, I whispered to Julie, “Why does she need to know this? Is this some weird China thing?” Julie shook her head no.
“I can see OK, but not very well without my glasses. Is this a problem? I’m not driving the plane, so…I’m not sure what the deal is.”
Apparently that answer was sufficient, since she dropped the conversation and continued with normal check-in. Shaking my head as I left the counter, I chocked it up to a random, weird China experience, said goodbye to Julie, and made my way through immigration and security.
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After boarding the aircraft, I was approached by a middle-aged flight attendant. In a VERY loud voice, she shouted, “Ma’am, I brought you a book to read!” while handing me a large white book. Her loud voice was beginning to draw the attention of the other passengers.
“No, thank you, I brought my own,” I said, wondering why she was giving me, and only me, a book.
“Ma’am, it’s a Braille book for you to read!” she shouted.
“Why do I need a Braille book?” I questioned, my face flushing from all this attention I was getting.
“Because you’re blind!” she said matter-of-factly.
“I’m not blind!” I insisted.
“Yes, you are,” she argued.
“No, really, I’m not,” I again insisted, at this point completely flabbergasted as to why this was happening. I was pretty sure I was being punked.
The older Southern gentleman (AKA good ole boy) behind me bellowed, “I see what you’re doing…trying to get something for free by telling them you’re blind, huh?” as he chuckled and shook his head at me. I wanted to crawl under my seat.
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At our stopover in Tokyo, we all had to go through security and then get checked in again so they could issue us a boarding pass for the last leg of our trip. As I was waiting for the people in front of me to get their boarding passes, I leaned over the edge of the counter and happened to see my name written down on a piece of paper. Once it was my turn in line, I asked, “Why is my name written on that paper?”
“Because I have to escort you to the gate,” the attendant said.
“Ummm…why?”
“Because you’re blind.”
“I JUST READ MY NAME ON THAT PIECE OF PAPER! How could I possibly be blind?” I shouted.
“I don’t know, but I will help you to the gate,” he responded.
“No, you won’t. I do not need help.”
“But it says that I have to.”
“I don’t care. I am capable of going by myself.”
After a few more minutes of arguing, he let me go unattended. Seriously, I felt like I was in the twilight zone or something.
Luckily, the rest of the flight was good, and I was no longer accused of being blind, but looking back, that was some crazy trip! I still can’t figure out how I got flagged in the system, but I’m glad it’s never happened again.