"What would you like to drink?" I ask, parking the beverage cart between seat 12c and 12d.
When I look up, startled eyes meet mine. I wait a moment and then hand over a napkin. Take a hint buddy.
I try again. "Something. To. Drink?"
"Oh, yeah." The passenger looks around as if seeking inspiration, then looks back at me. "What have you got?"
"An attitude," I raise a brow, "what would you like?"
"Oh," he utters, "Um, a coke?"
"You sure?" I grin. "I don't mind going through the list."
"No, no, I alway's get a coke."
So, we're having this conversation, because ...