One thing I forgot to mention in my last post about my journey back to VA was the Unhappy Flight Attendant.
As I was making my way to my seat on my flight out of Detroit. I noticed someone in an airline uniform - I'm guessing he was a flight attendant - sitting in one of the seats looking very disgruntled and smelling strongly of booze.
He didn't look any happier - or more sober - as he staggered out of the seat after we'd landed at Dulles.
Not sure what the deal was there, but I thought I'd mention it, as there is just a world of imaginative possibilities that accompanies the image of a disgruntled and drunken flight attendant (or maybe even a pilot) sitting in Coach with the passengers.
Maybe he lives in the DC area, but got fired in Detroit, and Northwest allowed him to fly home, and so, not knowing how he was going to tell his pregnant wife that he was out of a job, he hit the airport Chili's and got tanked before getting on the plane, sitting among the common people he had served so shabbily (hence the firing) for so many years, contemplating his bleak future.
That's just one of the many possibilities. I'd suggest that you leave your own theories as to what the story of the Unhappy Flight Attendant is in the comments, but you won't do it, so I won't bother suggesting it.
2 comments:
You've got it all wrong. His wife from Dulles flew to Detroit where he had a few days of a layover to surprise him. Thing was, she found him with his Detroit wife. Not knowing of each other, the two were furious and ganged up on him. So he was on his way to Dulles to pack up his things there and then fly off to his Chicago wife for solace.
Leave it to a Mormon to come up with a story involving multiple wives....
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