I was probably 14 at the time, traveling with my sister. It was my first time flying. To calm my nerves, my sister bought me this pack of gum which I kept chewing and chewing and chewing. Since we were traveling from Pittsburgh to Los Angeles, which is about a 6 hour flight, I was getting a little ansy. Mid-flight, my sister had stepped away to go to the restroom and I was tired of chewing gum. I wrapped the gum into the wrapper, put it in my pocket and asked the flight attendant if I could get a snack. The guy, I had to say, was about in his mid-twenties, looking like a well dressed stoner. He said, "What would you like?" I replied, "I don't know. You have any nuts?" His eyes bulged. Like a switch has been turned on, he got this gleeful look on his face. He looked over his shoulder, back and forth, before coming back to me. Then he grabbed his crouch, heaved it up and down before saying, "I got your nuts right here!" Then he smirked and walked away, giggling to himself. I tried to tell my sister what happened but she burst out laughting, not believing me. I hate United.