jakethebake
09-11-2005, 07:15 PM
So I just got here, and this has already been one crazy trip. First I'll just get this part out of the way. At no point did I recline. But I have to ask, what the [censored] is wrong with these people that have to use the person in front of them's seat to stand up? And then they walk all the way down the aisle leaning on every seat they pass so they snap back and whack everyone in the head. I would much rather deal with a recliner than that [censored] anyday.
Anyway, the first leg of my trip was from Miami to Phoenix. There was some lady across the aisle that insisted on breastfeeding her baby for half the flight w/o bothering to cover at all. I discretely looked the other way the entire flight because her husband was pretty big. I did catch his eye once and he just gave me this look like "I know. I know, but waht am I onna do?"
There was also this 50ish gay male flight attendant that kept calling the 6 year-old kid next to me "sweety" which was pretty creepy. Then fairly hot stewardess dropped a stinkbomb in the lavatory right before I went in there. Despite her hotness, all I could think about was her in there grunting one out right before I went in. The final thing about that first leg was that I enjoyed the inflight movie "Mr. & Mrs. Smith". There I said it! No cinematic masterpiece but I enjoyed it. Flame away. /images/graemlins/tongue.gif
The second leg of the flight was from Phoenix to Vegas. I noticed an excessive number of old ladies with oxygen bottles on those little carts going to Vegas. I wasn't sure if standing in a smokey casino twice a month for the last 40 years caused their condition, or if they're just going gambling in spite of it. Either way it was kinda sad.
Then the fat lady across the aisle from me was unable to get her seatbelt fastened and had to get this little seatbelt extension thingy from the stewardess. The funniest thing about her though was the poor guy she was with. Apparently they met online and arranged to go to Vegas together. He paid for everything, and had never seen her until they met at the airport. She was a conservative 285 pounds at about 5'2.
Ok. I swear to God I'm not making this next part up. The funniest part of the trip was a group of 20 or so gay male flight attendants that were all going on vacation together. The pilot made his little announcement, "This is your pilot, Captain Steve Gay, speaking here with first officer Don Semen." I looked at the guy next to me like "Did I really hear that?" His look back said "yes." Then all 20 of the gay flight attendants started giggling hysterically like little girls. Several of them jumped out of their seats and ran around giggling with their friends on different parts of the plane. The whole thing was quite a show.
That's it. I'm here until Thursday night. If anyone in Vegas and wants to get a drink or something shoot me a PM.
Anyway, the first leg of my trip was from Miami to Phoenix. There was some lady across the aisle that insisted on breastfeeding her baby for half the flight w/o bothering to cover at all. I discretely looked the other way the entire flight because her husband was pretty big. I did catch his eye once and he just gave me this look like "I know. I know, but waht am I onna do?"
There was also this 50ish gay male flight attendant that kept calling the 6 year-old kid next to me "sweety" which was pretty creepy. Then fairly hot stewardess dropped a stinkbomb in the lavatory right before I went in there. Despite her hotness, all I could think about was her in there grunting one out right before I went in. The final thing about that first leg was that I enjoyed the inflight movie "Mr. & Mrs. Smith". There I said it! No cinematic masterpiece but I enjoyed it. Flame away. /images/graemlins/tongue.gif
The second leg of the flight was from Phoenix to Vegas. I noticed an excessive number of old ladies with oxygen bottles on those little carts going to Vegas. I wasn't sure if standing in a smokey casino twice a month for the last 40 years caused their condition, or if they're just going gambling in spite of it. Either way it was kinda sad.
Then the fat lady across the aisle from me was unable to get her seatbelt fastened and had to get this little seatbelt extension thingy from the stewardess. The funniest thing about her though was the poor guy she was with. Apparently they met online and arranged to go to Vegas together. He paid for everything, and had never seen her until they met at the airport. She was a conservative 285 pounds at about 5'2.
Ok. I swear to God I'm not making this next part up. The funniest part of the trip was a group of 20 or so gay male flight attendants that were all going on vacation together. The pilot made his little announcement, "This is your pilot, Captain Steve Gay, speaking here with first officer Don Semen." I looked at the guy next to me like "Did I really hear that?" His look back said "yes." Then all 20 of the gay flight attendants started giggling hysterically like little girls. Several of them jumped out of their seats and ran around giggling with their friends on different parts of the plane. The whole thing was quite a show.
That's it. I'm here until Thursday night. If anyone in Vegas and wants to get a drink or something shoot me a PM.