One of my favourite people in my program is Valerie. She's around fifty, and in her former life was a flight attendant. She frequently recounts stories from her past, such as the time a man accosted her with a knife, and called her a "bleach blonde bitch" or the girl who locked herself into a washroom and proceeded to slit her wrists when they were too high to land.
And then, there are the more humourous stories, such as today's.
It was dinnertime on the flight, and the passengers had their choice of chicken or beef for the main course. Everything was fine, until her "very, very gay" co-worker told a man that there was only chicken. An argument ensued, and while the flight attendant kept telling him there was only chicken left, the passenger kept yelling that he wanted beef. All of a sudden the flight attendant burst out...
..."I'M A FAERIE, NOT A MAGICIAN!".
I am going to miss Val's stories over summer.
April 15, 2004
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