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Years ago, an American gentleman (if he can be called that) boarded the flight in London, bound for the U.S. He was one of the last to board, and was already upset because he was so late and the airline wouldn’t delay the flight to accommodate him. He had to rush, and that seemed to have upset him the most.He tried to insist on bringing all four bags on the plane, was furious that he didn’t get the window seat he wanted (demanding an immediate free upgrade to First Class, which was full), and ranted on about how horribly he had been treated by the airline. Of course, his tardiness and our subsequent refusal to change our flight schedule, was entirely the airline’s fault!I did my best to soothe him, promising him a free cocktail (redundant statement because they were all free anyway!) and assured him that we would take excellent care of him. He groused and complained anyway, refusing to be mollified. I managed to get him to his aisle seat near the rear of the economy cabin, and brought him a whisky-and-soda, which, according to him, was the least I could do. I didn’t even mind the fact that he couldn’t be bothered to say, “Thank you”.Things went fairly smoothly until the meal service. Of the three choices, fish, chicken or beef (or what we affectionately term “fin, feathers and leather”), we had run out of the beef, and had only fish and chicken available. Of course, Mr. Problem wanted the beef, and absolutely would not accept any other option. No amount of pleading would change his mind, and my alternative options fell on deaf ears. He simply demanded his beef, and although he didn’t become physical, he also insisted that we accommodate him by bringing him a First Class steak before moving to the next passengers. Of course we couldn’t do that. He was, without doubt, one of the most demanding and obnoxiously rude people that I’ve ever had to address.At a loss with how to handle this dick, in desperation I finally hit upon a scheme. So smiling sweetly, I addressed him very politely:“Mr. Problem,” I said, “I understand that our airline has presented you with a very challenging day, and I’d like to make it up to you. As the Head Flight Attendant on this flight, I have some options that may work, and I’m hoping we can come to a compromise that’s agreeable to you. What can I do to make this right?”He hesitated, and then said, “What do you think you can you do for me?”So I replied, “Perhaps a free upgrade on a future flight would work. Or would you prefer a free ticket?”He thought for a moment, and I could see a crafty, sly look come into his eye before he said, “Well… two free tickets would be a good start.” I opened my mouth to speak, and he interjected, “…in First Class!” I blinked, a bit surprised, and he continued with, “…anywhere that your airline flies!” With that, he sat back triumphantly with a smug smile, as if he had just successfully won a million-dollar bet!I considered for a moment, then I said, “I cannot authorize First Class, nor can I authorize tickets for our entire route network. But what I can do is authorize two free tickets for a return trip anywhere within the continental United States. Will that work?”He frowned, then said, “And that’s the best your airline can offer? That’s pathetic, but if that’s all you’re going to do for me, then I’ll have to accept it!” So I asked him to wait while I prepared my authorization. Using company letterhead, I took out my ink pen and I wrote:This is to authorize two free round-trip economy class tickets for travel within the continental United States for Mr. Dick Problem and guest. This authorization is valid for one year from the date shown below, and is not transferable.Agent: Use computer code 5L-rrS4d, authorization code JLrI dated it carefully, and scrawled an illegible signature at the bottom. Then, folding up the “authorization” neatly, I slipped it into a company envelope and returned to Mr. Problem.“Here’s your authorization, Mr. Problem. Please take a minute to look through it and ensure that it’s correct. I’ll return in a few minutes.”When I returned several minutes later, Mr. Problem said, “I guess it will have to do. It isn’t much, but at least it’s a start!” I couldn’t believe this guy’s arrogance, and then he said, “By the way, I don’t see your employee number on here. Shouldn’t there be a way to identify you?” So I replied, “Oh, I’m so sorry. My employee number is forty-three.” Mr. Problem carefully wrote “Employee #43” near my “signature”, slipped the form into the envelope, put that into his pocket and closed his eyes to sleep. No acknowledgment, no “Thank You”… nothing.In the end, though, I had the last laugh. You see, I had absolutely no authorization to give anyone free tickets to anywhere, let alone a free upgrade or anything else for free beyond a free cocktail!I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when he showed up at the ticket counter to demand his free tickets!(I know, it was uncharacteristically mean of me to do that, but sometimes, people get what they deserve!)EDIT: This is my second edit to this answer, and after re-thinking my answer (and the subsequent edit), I’m revising the edit.To all those who (vehemently) disagree with my “solution”, I get it. As I stated above, it was uncharacteristically mean of me. As such, I’m not particularly proud of it, but I’m not ashamed either.Consider: I’m in an aluminum tube hurtling through the sky at almost 600 miles per hours, with no opportunity to call for assistance from any other authority (such as police, immigration or law enforcement). I did what I felt was necessary to maintain the safety and security of the flight.Having said that…I wasn’t looking for sympathy or kudos, nor am I boasting about it. In fact, I wasn’t looking for anything. Someone asked a question, and I answered it. Whether I handled it properly or not is a matter of opinion.Some have argued that while I may have solved the issue for the moment, in reality, I simply dumped it off onto my co-employees at the ticket counter. My response to that is this: On the ground, they have resources available that I don’t have available in the air (such as police, security, etc.). Ground staff can handle themselves, and believe me, they can handle dicks like this.In the sky, my objective is to find a solution without endangering the the security of the flight, or the safety of the souls on board.No, I don’t treat all my customers that way (hence, “uncharacteristically”). Indeed, quite the opposite. I am gracious and helpful to my passengers, and I continue to strive for excellence.While my method was controversial, my result was satisfactory. The “problem child” was mollified, which resolved the issue long enough to ensure a safe landing.Given the same situation, I may not resolve it the same way… But then again, if it worked for me once, it would probably work again!

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Let me answer your question as an illegal alien living (more exactly hiding) in Canada.I am from a country where justice is highly doubtful. Police, prosecution and courts are all very corrupt. The country is practically a mafia land. I got into trouble with the “law”: note the quotes, they are there for a reason. I’ve been arrested on made up charges for political reasons and imprisoned for quite some time without trial. When I was released, the case was still pending, and I already spent a year in custody.I took my leave and went to Canada. Indeed I had to lie to get an Electronic Travel Authorization and get into the country: on the form there was a question if there is any criminal investigation against me, or have I ever been arrested. If I answered yes, I’d be barred from entering, and it could’ve taken a very long time until I could arrange it with a Canadian embassy to get a permission despite I am officially a fugitive criminal. Having said that, it’s almost 100% that I wouldn’t have gotten it.I wanted to ask for asylum here. When I arrived I went to the best immigration lawyers in Toronto, and showed them all the documents of the criminal proceeding, which I painstakingly translated to English with several months of work. They inspected them and concluded that indeed, the case is made up and I am right, I am subjected to political persecution. This would make me eligible for asylum in Canada. However there is an obstacle. It’s called criminal ineligibility. Anyone who has a criminal record, or any pending investigations, will not get a hearing and will be removed from Canada immediately. There is zero chance for asylum. You’ll be booted and taken back to from where you fled from. And guess what’d await me there?So much for Mr. Trudeau’s promises. Canada will be there for anyone in need, huh? Fuck that smug liberal bastard. Yeah, Canada will be there for any illiterate idiot who paddles here from Somalia, Afghanistan or some other shithole and will likely find a job as a drug dealer or a terrorist. After all, they don’t have criminal records, so they are cool! Because there isn’t a working state where they came from… But I am coming from a “safe” country, right? Safe my ass. I am truly in danger, I need protection, and Canada let me down. My only choice was to hide and try to survive. I am an engineer, but I can’t work as one, because I can’t get a job without a residence permit.