Another Aviation Mystery For The Ages
I work at the customer assistance desk at an airport.
Customer: “Your airport shuttle service is s***! They didn’t drop me off at the terminal, and I had to walk through the parking lot!”
Me: “Ma’am, we—”
Customer: “—and the driver couldn’t speak English! I kept asking him about what terminal my flight leaves from, and he just spoke nonsense!”
Me: “—Ma’am, if you—”
Customer: “—And the vehicle smelled like bad cheese! There really is no excuse!”
Me: “—Ma’am! We don’t have a shuttle service.”
Customer: “…what?!”
Me: “We don’t have a shuttle service.”
Customer: “…then… then who the h*** drove me?!”
