waiting for lemony napkins

Sitting on a plane… our second plane, in Charlotte, NC. Plane #1 had a stuck valve. This one is missing a seal on the wing leading edge. Presumably the clock is ticking on our flight crew’s shift, and then the real fun begins.

A woman a seat in front of me is trying to incite her coworkers to start chanting for drinks. I’m trying to figure an angle of approach for a quick garroting: judging by the expression on the flight attendent’s face the last time someone asked about drink tickets, chanting would bring a completely justified response involving shotguns, and I’d have a hard time getting out of the line of fire fast enough.

Pray for me.

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