You may as well just sign me up for the county fair. No, not to go to it. To actually be in it. In the 4-H exhibits. In the pens where they keep the piggys. Just grease me up real good and show me off. I'm sure to bring a blue ribbon. You see, I spent all day in an environment where I had no food other than 7-11 sort of snack items to eat. Except, you see, for this last flight tonight. I forgot that I would actually be serving a bit of dinner to my guests in First Class tonight. And actually, I was happy to see it (thinking that maybe there would be extras for me and the rest of the crew.....and, boy oh boy, was there!). I had a whole lot of leftovers. I gave the crew each one. And I still had a bunch left. So, I thought, I'll combine two salads and eat just one of the ravioli bits. So, I did. Oh, along with a piece of garlic toast that was so full of butter that you couldn't even pick it up....it sort of disintegrated when you touched it.....I could feel my arteries slowing to a crawl. So, as soon as that was over with, there were others still in the oven...just sort of staring at me saying "eat me, eat me" (and I know you've all seen that look before). So, I did. Stuffed those bad boys in my mouth faster than you can imagine. Along with TWO more pieces of garlic bread slogged full of butter. Oh, and to make myself feel good, another salad. I swear, it's a damned good thing I'm at the gym regularly. And why is it that I couldn't have just eaten the apple that I had in my bag? So, just send me an application for the fair, would you? I promise to be the best little piggy in the exhibit.
Oh, wait!, one good thing did happen today. I had a very nice compliment from a passenger. A man in his 50s. As he was leaving, he stuck his hand out to shake my hand, smiled at me, and said, "You've been a great little hostess today. Thanks." And with that, he left.