Okay, so I'm sitting here and chilling at an old friend's crib. Since Moms doesn't gots the computer at home, I jumped on theirs. Moms picks me up at the airport on Thursday afternoon and promptly gets lost on the way back to her house. Gotta love her! Anyway, plane shit! Here are some queries I have.
What happened to the hot stewardesses? No disrespect to these octogenarians that are currently flying the friendly skies, but come on! Give a brother something to look at! Seriously! They are all old and well traveled, if ya feel me! Or they're gay men. Stewardesses, excuse me, flight attendants use to have that same stigma of the hot teacher. If you hit that, you were the man! Mile high club and all. And the miles I've logged in back in the day.....hell's yeah! Guess I'll have to fly the new Hooters Air next time. Hey, I'd be doing it for the wings, bitches!
My other gripe is getting off the plane procedure. I always have a light carry on. Usually my messenger style bag. Easy to throw on and bounce. They should let people like me off first. Instead of everyone jumping up at the same time, dragging their way too big carry on bags out of the compartment above and holding up traffic! I swear it took me almost 30 minutes just to get off the frickin plane! Sheeeeesh! Next time, I'll just go all NYC on them and get up before the plane lands. Of course, they'll think I'm a terrorist or something and I'll get in lots of trouble, but I'll be the first one off!
Jacksonville, Florida. Lame capital of the South. Only 2 more days and back in the NYC. I'll do my best to have fun. At least I can see old friends and of course, moms. Saving grace. Or I'd probably strangle myself with the buckle of this Bible Belt place. Still, nice to be away and chill. Hope you kids are having fun without me. Or at least trying.
Here's wishing me a hot stewardess and early exit on my return flight.