So, Mrs. Carbo is an international flight attendant on one of the major carriers. This morning, at about 6:00AM she returns home from a trip to Buenos Aires.
As anyone who has ever flown knows, the vast majority of male flight attendants are gay, (not that there's anything wrong with that, in my best Seinfeld imitation).
Mrs. C. is working the front of the plane when one of the male attendants runs up to her and tells her "You have got to get back here with me now." Dumping her drinks on the passenger she was serving, (he was a rude pain in the ass, anyway), she runs to the back to see what is happening.
Turns out the flight attendant who summoned my wife got wind of another male attendant who was, uh, hanging out in the lavatory with a passenger he just met and, apparently, took a liking to. Mrs. C. and the flight attendant who called her decided to play it cool. They took up seats just opposite the lavatory door and pretended to be engaged in some casual conversation. After a few minutes elapsed their coworker stealthily exits the bathroom and closes the door behind him. But now he notices his two coworkers hanging out in the area. He begins to hem and haw and attempts to look busy, all the while asking my wife and the other guy why they aren't working. For a few minutes he continues to try and get them out of the area, but they are playing with this now nervous wreck of a whore. Finally, realizing they aren't leaving, he does and heads upfront. Whether or not he was going to attend to passengers or look for another "friend" is unknown at this point.
Mrs. Carbo, seizing the moment, now opens the bathroom door and shouts, "What are you doing in here?", to the surprised passenger. He stutters and mumbles in his best Ralph Kramden impression, "Humina, humina, humina...", and slinks back to his seat.
But Mrs. Carbo isn't done. She walks upfront to where our offending fellow is now trying to be cool, and says loudly, "I found your passenger that you left in the bathroom!", and walks away.
Thought I'd share how my day began this morning....
Oh, yeah: *BJP: Blow Job Police
As anyone who has ever flown knows, the vast majority of male flight attendants are gay, (not that there's anything wrong with that, in my best Seinfeld imitation).
Mrs. C. is working the front of the plane when one of the male attendants runs up to her and tells her "You have got to get back here with me now." Dumping her drinks on the passenger she was serving, (he was a rude pain in the ass, anyway), she runs to the back to see what is happening.
Turns out the flight attendant who summoned my wife got wind of another male attendant who was, uh, hanging out in the lavatory with a passenger he just met and, apparently, took a liking to. Mrs. C. and the flight attendant who called her decided to play it cool. They took up seats just opposite the lavatory door and pretended to be engaged in some casual conversation. After a few minutes elapsed their coworker stealthily exits the bathroom and closes the door behind him. But now he notices his two coworkers hanging out in the area. He begins to hem and haw and attempts to look busy, all the while asking my wife and the other guy why they aren't working. For a few minutes he continues to try and get them out of the area, but they are playing with this now nervous wreck of a whore. Finally, realizing they aren't leaving, he does and heads upfront. Whether or not he was going to attend to passengers or look for another "friend" is unknown at this point.
Mrs. Carbo, seizing the moment, now opens the bathroom door and shouts, "What are you doing in here?", to the surprised passenger. He stutters and mumbles in his best Ralph Kramden impression, "Humina, humina, humina...", and slinks back to his seat.
But Mrs. Carbo isn't done. She walks upfront to where our offending fellow is now trying to be cool, and says loudly, "I found your passenger that you left in the bathroom!", and walks away.
Thought I'd share how my day began this morning....
Oh, yeah: *BJP: Blow Job Police
