I just took a flight on JetBlue. The flight attendant did her shpeal, saying "My name is Claire, and it's a pleasure to be serving you today, with my colleagues Jeff Blume and Robert Richardson. The co-pilot is Michael Anderson, and the pilot is Curtis McGee."
One question: Who gives a shit?
What is this, a Broadway play? Are you going to tell me who the stewardess's understudies are, too?
"Oh, Curtis McGee, he's the best. This is gonna be a great flight."
Just shut up and unfreeze my little tv so I can get on with watching fat babies on Maury Povich, using the headphones I had to purchase for two dollars. Why you can't just charge me an extra two dollars for my ticket and pass out "free" headphones is beyond me. But I imagine it must be just to make me feel even more like a chump than you already do.
One question: Who gives a shit?
What is this, a Broadway play? Are you going to tell me who the stewardess's understudies are, too?
"Oh, Curtis McGee, he's the best. This is gonna be a great flight."
Just shut up and unfreeze my little tv so I can get on with watching fat babies on Maury Povich, using the headphones I had to purchase for two dollars. Why you can't just charge me an extra two dollars for my ticket and pass out "free" headphones is beyond me. But I imagine it must be just to make me feel even more like a chump than you already do.
fat babies. yes, fat babies.
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