Somewhere in the countless days leading to this one, I read about a school for training flight attendants. The school enforced one particularly stringent rule. If a student arrived late for class (without an extraordinary excuse), they were immediately ejected from the training.
The
reason for this, obviously enough, is because flight attendants cannot arrive
late for work and compromise a scheduled flight’s departure time.
During
my days training apprentices, one of my students arrived a few minutes late for
class two days in a row. I gave him the
benefit of doubt on the first day, but on the second morning, I asked him to
join me in my office.
“You
can’t be late for class,” I told the apprentice once he stepped into my office. “Why couldn’t you make it here on time?”
The
apprentice shuffled around a bit, shrugged. “I was only three or four minutes late. I guess time got away from me.”
“Okay,
let’s say it’s three minutes late. When
was the last time you got on a plane three minutes after it departed?”
“Well…never,”
he answered.
“Exactly,”
I said. “Late is late. I don’t see any other way to look at it. My flight leaves at eight in the morning.”
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