On the indignity of flying.

Dear colm:ers and ap:ers,
As regular readers of my posts know, I had the unpleasant opportunity to fly with ryanair, back to my refuge from the wokeness of western europe.
I generally do not like people, and I like male flight attendants hellbent on charming me even less.
Why on earth, would you as a flight attendant, when I clearly do not want to engage and do my best to stare at the ceiling, the wall over his head or shoulder, loudly scream "HELLLOOOOO!" and try to blind me with beaming laser smile?
My main goal on a flight is to interact with as few people as possible, and to get off the plane as quick as possible.
Thankfully he was quiet during the flight, but tried the same thing when I tried to leave. I responded by ignoring him even more.
Add to that a toddler from hell screaming about 25% of the flight, and it was very unpleasant.
There was one saving grace... a very beautiful female flight attendant who let me sit next to my wife, so she could decrease my suffering. Before landing she shooed me away so as not to affect the balance of the 737 (BS!) and I said that of course I have to take my bag and coat so as not to "affect the balance" or else I would be afraid of the plane crashing.
To my great surprise she smiled at my joke, and said, "well, I don't think it would be that serious".
I liked that! =D
But my 1 hour ride throug hell is now over, and I'm happily back in my apartment and not in a long metal tube full of people I do not like or do not want to meet! All is good now!