It wasn't me...

Travelling with my mom is an experience within itself. I love my mother dearly and have in the recent years realised that I want to spend as much time with her and my family as I possibly can. But that’s as sentimental as I’m going to get in this blog entry. This one is dedicated purely to one of the funniest things that happened on the trip.

So, at the end of our journey as we boarded the plane and were seated, the air stewardess came up to both of us and greeted us personally with a piece of paper in her hand. This is not uncommon since my mom and I are notorious for pre-ordering our Asian Vegetarian Meals and we get a re-confirmation from the flight crew prior to take-off. I totally expected a visit from the staff.

What I did NOT expect was the air stewardess said –

She read from the piece of paper in her hands and looked at the both of us with deep compassion in her eyes. She did not speak English well so we had no clue if she was referring to my mom (Mrs Nanwani) or me (Ms Nanwani) but this is what she said:
“...Nanwani...if there is anything I can do to help or assist you in your condition, please let me know. I am always here for you...”

What condition was she talking about? She seemed like a doctor who had taken a look at my latest test results and was putting on a brave face to tell me the bad news.

And she was talking SO slowly, pronouncing each and every word – Other passengers might have thought we had learning disabilities!

So we smiled and said “Thank you” to her. What else could we say?

And then mom and I turned to each other and went “She was talking about YOU, wasn’t she?”

Then my mother turned to me and said – “Shall I ask her for an upgrade to first class?”

Talk about taking full advantage of the situation. I AGREED!

I thought about asking her to bring an unopened bottle of Johnnie Walker’s Blue Label to help me wash down my pack of nuts.

The possibilities were endless.

But unfortunately, the lady did not return to take our special requests. It was a short flight back to Singapore anyways – but I guess it will always remain a mystery as to what information she had (or she thoughts she had) regarding us – but I will stick to my guns that the stewardess meant “Mrs Nanwani” (no matter what my mother thinks!).

Ha ha...