I have a chipper flight attendant on my way to Vegas - one with an act. I guess it was a little better than some I’ve heard, but really – not so much. Lines like, “there may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 6 ways to leave this aircraft” are about as fresh as those women on the Massengil commercials. What a throw back – I don’t think those have run for a while now. The guy in front of me just reclined his seat – and it pushes my screen down to where I can’t read it. I love flying. I love the community of it all – oh, there go my ears…again. What fun.
Let me tell you about Arkansas – doesn’t look too good from above. It appears that everything is growing a heavy coat of mold – everything looks either swampy, smelly or fuzzy. Eww. Southwest, with whom I haven’t flown in a while, tricked me. My itinerary showed a non-stop flight from Baltimore to Las Vegas, so imagine my surprise when the Captain announced we were beginning our descent into Little Rock. ??? Now I wasn’t the one with the biggest beef either – this plane apparently was continuing on to Vegas, then Reno then Portland. If I had booked a seemingly non-stop flight to Portland and had to stop 3 times first – I’d be a little ticked.
We could de-plane if we liked, but I didn’t like. Eww. Then we left late after all that. LATE. They opened the doors, closed them, opened them, let on stand-by’s, some people left the plane, Capt said they were doing paperwork – now does he really think people buy that shit? Just tell me what fell off the plane. I guess some people bought it – cause the guys behind me had a riveting debate about the nature of the paperwork, suspecting some sort of terrorism documents were in play.
I’m still in the air – though I’m not sure what this says as I write since I can’t read it. If all goes well – I’ll be in Vegas in 3 hours. 3 hours. 3 hours.