Approaching the 26th Bangladeshi fella down the isle trying to get meal service done as efficiently as possible.
Me: "Hi there how are you would you like Fish or Vegetarian today" (in a falsely cheerful tone)
Man #1: Silence. Stares then looking like he wasn't spoken to
Me: " Fish? OK! Here it is, enjoy your meal!"
Me: "What about you Sir, Fish? Vegetarian?" (looks at him pretending I am getting a reply)
Man #2: (mumbles) "... OK... OK."
Me: "Vegetarian? (pause) Fish?" (hoping at least he'll repeat one of those words
Man #2: nod/shake his head, gesturing for me to put something on his table
Me: "Vegetarian for you, Sir. Enjoy your meal!" (stretches my mouth across so it resembles a smile)
400 men. Like Mustafa on Sunday, except packed in a metal tube, each thirsty and hungry. I'm a 'Sister' to everyone demanding water or beer while desperately ordering them with body language to sit down and fasten their seat belts because of obvious turbulence. I have to remember checking on the lavatories to make sure there's not another smoker lighting up in there. I have to rudely tell them to turn off their mobile phones as they ignorantly use the gadgets to capture random images onboard. 9 hours and 56 minutes flight time back and forth.
On other Dhaka flight we crew get a 24hr layover. I've heard how it's a pain to walk out to the streets and witness poverty. One crew, on her first Dhaka layover was inspired to make a difference. Among her successes, Maria Conceicao has set up a sewing and beauty school for Bangladeshi women, a computer training centre and a school for children. She founded and runs The Dhaka Project.