Excuse me, dahrlings, but…
Later Slater Is My Hero
Overnight, Steven Slater is the service sector’s Captain Fantastic. Waitresses, sales clerks and travel agents are hailing the feisty flight attendant for doing what none of us have the gumption to. (And, from what I’ve seen, some of you have pretty significant gumptions.)
Not only did he totally slate that passenger’s dumbass behaviour, he escaped the scene in a Bondian flourish, grabbing beers on the way.
It’s intoxicating. One mental edit replaces cans of beer with a bottle of Crystal – and voila, I have a flawless fantasy which is providing hours of gratification. For a moment I am transported – I feel myself snatching the loudspeaker from his hand. I reach for my basest self and completely freak out at those needy ingrates and their big feet. The screeching only lasts a few minutes because it really works up a thirst. I encourage you to try this at home. It is liberating. And you don’t run the risk of being arrested.
Canadian (and likely worldwide) perspective courtesy of Ms. Ivanna Gabbalot and the folks at www.openjaw.com.