I flew out of Albany yesterday and had a stop over in Cincinati where my connection was delayed due to a weather ground stop in Houston. I was supposed to arrive at 6:20 and I actually arrived close to 9. Not too bad because I could knit while I was waiting, but I was ready to be home in my babygrrl's arms.
Once in the air, the flight attendant, who I would wager was somewhat older than me, and hetero, was doing the pass with crackers, cookies, and beverages. There were peanutbutter crackers, cheese and crackers, and Biscoff cookies. I covet the cookies at all times so it was a no-brainer.
Me: Biscoff, please. Can I have two? They really are the closest thing to heaven I can believe in.
FA: Sure, sweetie, I'm wearing a few pounds of them myself. (She coyly said as her ample bosom was right in my face causing my eyes to zoom into an obvious stare)
Me: (very casually, not missing a beat) And you wear them so well...
FA: (slightly flushed, likely wanting to say my eyes are up here) Thanks (I think).
Those cookies were delish. Expanses of snow and knitting pics coming soon. Really.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
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4 comments:
Oh, you clever, smooth hussy, you!!!
I suck at joining people in the North Country. I was busy nursing a broken heart. Very self absorbed. It's too bad, I am dying for a change of pace now.
Come on down...
What you said to the FA, it's one of those things I'd think but could never actually say!
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