So yeah, about that whole having to update because of my return trip. Well, what do you know we are here again, I wrote and you read.
A quick refresher for our old friends and a our new ones... I ventured up to visit the Brock's in Richmond a few days ago and I wrote about how Hollywood has lied to us about the faces of the stewardesses’ on the plane.
Well I flew back down to West Palm --- on the first leg of the adventure, we were blessed with a MAN, and a married man was the steward. Are you fucking kidding me?!!!! Seriously, how do you decide that you want to be a steward, I mean come on, why not aim a little higher for Navigator? How do you tell a woman what you do and not have her laugh at you and walk away? Let alone have her marry you. And the fucker did not even serve drinks; they said no beverage serious, WTF, I fucking paid for my 6oz of soda and my tiny ass bag of pretzels. If you are going to be paid to be "Martha Stewart" fucking do it, don’t half ass your job.
So yes, it can get worse. We had two more grandmas and some dude from Charlotte to WPB. At least I got my pretzels and 6oz soda.
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