Dear Gary from flight QF448,
On Monday it was a cold bitter day. When you came down the aisle with your trolley brimming of goodies, I was desperately craving a soothing hot cup of tea. I asked you if I could have one—knowing very well that you didn’t make them anymore. I know, cheeky. Not only did you come back with my tea, but two (two!) milk sachets and a packet of orange choc-chip cookies that you’d found out the back.
And you did it all with a smile. A great big ear-to-ear cheesy grin.
I’ll be honest with you Gary, it’s the first time I’ve flown Qantas in a long time.
I thought I’d moved on, but maybe I haven’t after all. And just because you bothered to make me a hot tea.