After you graduate from Flight Attendant School, after the dusts settles, the friends you have made in your new Flight Attendant Career are special. Some will always have a close spot in your heart.

Tonight I remember one of those special people, his name was Mike. I had always proclaimed, “If you could clone Mike five thousand times, you would have five thousand perfect Flight Attendants”.

Mike was born to do the job. He was the kind of person that always beat the pin-ball machine, bowled the 300 game.  He was always groomed to a tee, polite, patient, and knowledgeable; a model, a leader in our field.

We were like Oscar and Felix, from the “Odd Couple”. Mike was the neat and professional Flight Attendant, and I am the scruffy easy going, sloppy guy.

Mike’s in- flight announcements were like listening to “Paul Harvey”; made boring stuff entertaining.  Mike always had the passengers laughing and most importantly, listening.

Mike and I were separated by a nice large number in seniority. In your Flight Attendant Career you will learn quickly that, “Seniority” to a Flight Attendant is second only to God. We didn’t work much together.

Mike schemed up this plan that would have us both working a Charter Flight to Germany. The only catch was that we had to speak German.  I had explained to Mike that my German was limited to only, “Heineken”, he told me not to sweat it and we signed up for the trip.

We were nearly a Weiner Schnitzel away from working the trip when we were called to meet our Supervisor.  She wanted to go over a few things, one of which was a test in the proficiency of the German language.

With his best “Hogan’s Heroes, Sergeant Schultz” accent, Mike blurted “I know nothing, I hear nothing, I see nothing”.

Mike and I never made it to Germany.  But it certainly was fun trying.  Mike passed away a few years ago, but this is one of many memories I can think of him and reflect on often.

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