alright. so picture it. flight attendant walking down the aisle. every one is seated. we've just ascended above ten thousand feet, which is when we begin service.
we wear aprons but because i hate mine, i usually leave it in my bag. but, this trip, i had a supervisor on board so i decided maybe it'd be smart to grab it.
i always leave it on top so that i can grab it with ease should the need arise.
only this time, i was getting the apron out and noticed from the corner of my eye that something had fallen out. i assumed it was an old credit card receipt or something.
i asked the elderly lady sitting below if anything fell out.
ha.
she covered the item with her hand and discretely handed me... a damn condom!!!
i was mortified. even telling the story later to another flight attendant, i turned just as red as i'm sure i was when she handed it to me.
i just had to walk away, condom in hand.
and, of course, it just so happened that i had to serve her row, asking if she wanted something to drink, pretzels.
she didn't.
being the nice grandmother i'm sure she is, she did ask for some pretzels in case the girl beside her who was asleep woke up.
shame.
i'm in dallas. about to crash. good night.
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