Jet Lite flight yesterday from Port Blair to Kolkata.
The reason I'm excited is because of their MASSIVE ENTHUSIASM for their job as cabin crew with Jet Airways.
I like flying. You can read, listen to music, write and relax. And every now and then, a trolley comes along with refreshments.
But it's the service from cabin crew that can turn a good flight into a brilliant flight. The smiles and the personal touch and a bit of friendly conversation - beyond safety instructions and food.
The extra mile...
Mohit sees I'm reading The Hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh. He strikes up a conversation about books. I chat to him in my seat for a few minutes, then he invites me to have a cuppa with the rest of the crew in the 'galley' at the back of the plane.
That's where I meet Tanya and Sandeep - both in their early days as cabin crew. I ask them what they like about their job.
'I love being up here in the sky,' Tanya says. 'I trained with Jet Airways for four months, there was loads of study and you have to get a really high mark to pass. When I got my wings on my graduation day, I felt ecstatic.'
Tanya proudly shows me her gold 'wings', pinned to her navy blue jacket. She's smiling so much it makes me smile.
Like friendly aliens - I love this idea.
I also ask Tanya her top beauty tip. I'm always a scruffbag at airports, so when I see the cabin staff swish through security, looking immaculate - I often want to ask them how they do it.
'Sunscreen,' Tanya says. Simple. And genes, I guess.
These lovely people are an example of how staff make businesses. Maybe it's the training at Jet Airways or maybe they are just great people who would thrive in any job. But their enthusiasm is so infectious that it makes my customer experience great.
'We Indians are so much into hospitality, you know,' Mohit says with a smile and a head wobble, 'it comes easy to us.'
I go back to my seat for landing, happy to have made some new friends.
The extra extra mile...
Outside the Departures door at Kolkata airport. Bright sunshine. Big rucksack and shoulder bag. One tall armed guard. And me.
I'm trying to figure out how to get to the pre-paid taxi counter. It's just metres away from me, but curiously it's behind a padlocked metal gate - beside the tall guard with the gun.
A cartoon character would have scratched their head in bemusement, so that's what I did.
'How do I get to the taxi counter?' I asked the big-booted guard.
'Not possible,' he said. And then he made a sweeping gesture with his arm. He seemed to be pointing me in a big loop around the car park and then off somewhere beyond the airport.
'But it's just there,' I said to him. So near but yet so far. The guard just held his gun across his chest and shook his head at me.
I looked round to a sea of smily Indian faces, all watching this little scene as they waited for relatives. And I started laughing.
Then Mohit, Tanya and Sandeep appeared from the airport doors, pulling their wheelie suitcases.
'I think I'm causing a minor incident,' I said to them, explaining the situation.
'Where do you want to go?' Mohit said, so I told him the address.
Mohit walked behind the guard with the big gun, hopped over the metal gate. He sorted out my taxi ticket in a flash, then came back and handed me my voucher.
As easy as that.
And now, I love Jet Airways as a result. Simple.