So I’m getting off my plane at the Long Beach Airport when the stewardess asks me if I like wine. “Sure I do!” She opens a cabinet and gives me a bottle of merlot. I fly a lot and no one has given me anything more than a bag of nuts for my trouble. Needless to say my mood has improved slightly.
Call her a “stewardess” and next time you’ll only get *hit* with the bottle!
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