Flew in from SAN to PDX earlier today...
I get to Alaska's counter to get first class upgrade.. nice, spot available; this should be short and sweet, hope they have spicy tomato this time, I like my bloody marrys spicy.
As I sit down and put my headset on, I notice that nervous sweating tool sitting next to me.. as we leave the tarmac, the tool starts hyper ventilating and ringing for an attendant. She shows up and he's already in full blown panic attack mode. Some old lady chimes in and says she has xanax. The tool pops one, turns around to me and says something like: "talk to me man"... then he grabs my arm.. gayer than squatting on a lubed cucumber....
the tool survived and gave me his business card. I'm now debating if I should internetize it or not.
Discuss.
hahaha remembers me of a good story.
2 years ago I went to San Andres, it's a 7 hours flight from montreal.
After about 30 minutes in the air, my girlfriend at the time started getting nervous and hyper-ventilating until the stewart came with his oxygene thing.
30 minutes, she start hyper-ventlating again and for whatever reasons, she decide to go to the toilets.
she lost concience in the alley and i was like (daaaaaaamn fucking attention whore..). The stewart comes again and while he was taking care of her, a group of 4 girls started to talk to me because they recognized me from a party I went to a week earlier. they were fucking hot.
when my girlfriend woke up, she saw me laughing and telling stories to the 4 girls and she was pissed off the whole vacations
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