Did You Hear About the Flight Attendant…
Did you hear about Steven Slater? First he lost his cool and probably his job as well.
Slater is a flight attendant. Was, anyway. He had a scuffle with an early-to-rise passenger when their flight landed and before it made the gate. The passenger refused Slater’s admonition and took down his bag from the overhead bin. In the process he bonked Slater in the noggin and set in motion a flurry of events that could be coming to a movie screen soon.
With an inch and a half gash in his head Slater made his way to the intercom where he excoriated the passenger in colorful language, cited his length of service in the air and in no uncertain terms said sayonara with two cans of beer in his hand and and the emergency escape chute deployed.
Wow, that’s one heckuva dramatic good bye!
As with any narrative, it’s not so much that there is one or another side. Instead, his story, and indeed all of our stories, can be viewed through a prism that allows for myriad interpretations, multiple sides. On the one hand there’s job stress that has him constantly on the road working. Then there’s his aged and infirm mother for whom he cares cross country. And there’s his dad who died recently from Lou Gehrig Disease. And then there’s the bop on the tater that completely mashed his potatoes and has pitted him on the societal horns of a dilemma that has one side applauding him as a folk hero and the other castigating him as what’s wrong with the air industry.
The one thing I have not seen in either of the two stories I have read today is the eerie parallel between Slater and Howard Beale in “Network” when his spit-flecked lips spat, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore.”
What also has crossed my mind is why we haven’t seen more Chicago real estate professionals or Realtors in other locales hitting the wall with such a spirited self-immolation. True, most of us aren’t getting knocked in the noggin like ole Steven Slater.
I suppose what we lack is a means of dramatic departure. I mean there are doors to slam but there’s no actual escape chute to go tumbling down. Perhaps that’s why there are so few made-for-tv movies focusing on Realtors.
Hmm, maybe that’s a good thing. Although whenever the kleig lights want to kick in to follow the team at The Real Estate Lounge Chicago we are ready!
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