Once while jumpseating to work, there was a first class seat open. The lead flight attendant asked me if I’d rather sit there or if I preferred to sit in the cockpit. Naturally, I chose first class. As I normally do, I let everyone deplane first so the connecting passengers can get to their gates. As I was sitting there, a passenger walked by and said, “Who did you have to blow to get a seat in first class?”
Another time an irate woman accused me of taking the long scenic route while taxiing the aircraft so I could have time to “sightsee out the windows.”
Being in uniform, I couldn’t say anything in reply. Not that I would have anyway to something so incredibly rude or stupid. After the shock and immediate emotion wore off, I was actually thankful that I was not them.