Just for Laugh: Gatot’s First Flight
It was an eventful morning on GreenAirlines’ flight from Homerie Greenwoods to Bali. The plane was preparing for takeoff when a commotion erupted in the cabin, causing an unexpected delay. The source of the disturbance was Gatot, a first-time flyer with an economy-class ticket who had stubbornly planted himself in business class.
Boba, the rightful occupant of the seat, approached Gatot politely. “Excuse me, Sir, this is my seat.”
Gatot squinted at him. “And who are you?”
“I’m the passenger assigned to this seat,” Boba explained patiently.
“Passenger?” Gatot scoffed. “I’m a passenger too! We both paid, didn’t we? So why are you bossing me around?”
Flustered, Boba decided to call for assistance.
The flight attendant arrived and addressed Gatot with a professional smile. “Excuse me, Sir, but you’re supposed to be seated in the back.”
Gatot crossed his arms. “And who are you?”
“I’m the flight attendant,” she replied.
“Flight attendant? What’s that?” he asked, his tone tinged with suspicion.
“We’re here to assist passengers,” she explained patiently.
“Oh, so you’re like a maid?” Gatot said with a dismissive wave. “Well, maid, stop meddling in other people’s business and go wash some dishes in the back. I’m comfortable right here. What are you going to do about it?”
The flight attendant, now at a loss, called the pilot for help.
The pilot approached, his uniform pristine and his demeanor calm. “Sir, you’re supposed to sit in the back,” he said firmly.
Gatot glared at him. “And who are you?”
“I’m the pilot,” he answered.
“Pilot? What’s that?”
“I’m the one flying this plane,” the pilot explained.
Gatot’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, so you’re the driver?”
“Sort of...”
“With that fancy uniform and hat, I thought you were somebody important!”
“But...”
“Well, driver, I’m not moving. What are you going to do about it?”
Just then, Doni, a fellow passenger, boarded the plane and noticed the commotion. After assessing the situation, he approached the pilot and nodded understandingly. He then leaned down and whispered something into Gatot’s ear.
Gatot’s eyes widened, and he immediately shot up from the seat. Grumbling under his breath, he stomped toward the back of the plane. “Crazy driver! Brainless maid! Thank goodness for Mr. Doni. If it weren’t for him, I’d have ended up in the wrong island!”
The pilot, amazed by the sudden resolution, turned to Doni. “What did you say to him, Sir?”
Doni grinned and shrugged. “I asked him where he was going. He said Bali. So I told him he was sitting in the wrong section. I said the seats at the front are heading to Borneo. The seats at the back? That’s where you sit if you want to go to Bali.”
The pilot burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. Sometimes, a little creativity goes a long way.