Who remembers their 1st job in travel? Wasn’t it great? Ticketing and stickering and drinking and 1st class. Let it go, dahrlings. Let it go … you’ll end up like the ding dong over here who ran over to Pearson the minute she heard KLM was celebrating 40 years of flying to Toronto.
Talk about not letting go of your 1st airline job. She wrestled the cupcake tray out of the gate agents’ hands so she could pass them around to passengers herself – introducing herself as an ex-KLM’er and shouting “eat it!” The staff finally had to intervene when she tackled a flight attendant and tried to remove her uniform.
What can I say. Another day at the Jaw.
Speaking of dysfunctional. That poor dear Rob Ford was in a drunken stupor again. Who amongst us has not regretted stuporous behaviour like shtooping the neighbour’s cousin at the Ribs’n Rye BBQ? These things happen, dahrlings. No one is to blame.
Believing you still work for an airline … well … I’d be thinking of rehab.
