The Crew and I

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The two Lufthansa flight crew stood like statues, only their faces showing their amusement at watching me walk from the gangway onto the plane.

At the very step where I had to cross the threshold I decided to multitask and turn the data off on my phone. While doing this I lost depth perception and I made a very large, albeit graceful step onto the plane.

I realized what I had done and looked to see if the flight crew had noticed and of course they had!

Busted.

I laughed my boisterous North American laugh, they shared their well structured German laughs and that just made me laugh more.

The one flight member asked me if I’d do the step again, it was so well performed, natural even! 

As I made my way past them one crew member made a comment about the need for laughing.

I turned, smiled, laughed and said, “I am good at laughing!”

To which he replied, “Well in that case, Welcome Aboard!”

Did I mention how much I love zeGermans and their quiet, direct humour!  Can I stay on Frankfurt!

Seeing Greenland

Today isn’t a particularly different day from any other day except that I have all sorts of funny thoughts floating around in my head. I’ve tried all day to get them out so that I could stop looking like a grinning idiot wandering around the dealership having my own little party.

I mentioned this in an earlier post, I am a rather terrible car sales person, I am less interested in the “close” and selling them a car than I am in learning everything possible about my customer’s lives. I call it my hobby 🙂

The dealership is becoming more about personal development then building a nest egg to travel the world. I am spending my days unlearning learned behaviours that I needed to survive my eight years at a desk. It’s less about writing a well written email and more about invoking emotion to create a reaction to buy.

Today I had three non-customers. Each was in the store for service and was wandering around the sales floor.

The first gentleman had to be in his late 80’s. British, consciously unlearned his British accent when he came to Canada in the early 40’s to go to the Radio College of Canada. Now I have no way of verifying this, but he told me the only people who Canada was allowing to learn how to operate a ham radio for the war, were British Nationals who came directly from Britain?

My new friend spent 2 years flying around the globe in the 1940’s helping win a war. I told him about my upcoming trip to see the Germans. He left my desk and re-appeared two hours later. He wanted to wish me luck on my trip and to make sure to look out the left side of the plane 3 hours into the flight to have a peak at Greenland. He was so excited about Greenland it took everything in me not to squeeze his cheeks, which I am sure he wouldn’t have appreciated.

I am not sure I’ll get to see Greenland but will do my very best 🙂