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March 19, 2007
The Drunken Stranger in the Mirror
The flying waitress is in the galley straightening up the bags of chips on her trolley. She's wearing a digital watch and she put her base on with a trowel to cover the furrows in her face, but you suspect they run deep...maybe as deep as Antelope Canyon. She dies her hair. And she's sraightening those chips...puffing up the little bags just so. Putting way too much effort into it. And you can see that she doesn't want to be here. Not tonight. Not on this flight to nowhere just now at 30,000 feet. She's got to push that trolley down the aisle asking every idiot that can scrape together $150.00 what they want to drink and whether they want Doritos or Sun Chips. You can never know what people want by looking at them. You have to ask. And in this peculiar atmosphere of the airplane cabin, everyone struggles to hear or be heard over the din of the white noise of twin jet engines.
For the rest of the story, buy my book "Killing Strangers".
Posted by Peenie Wallie on March 19, 2007 at 11:59 PM
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