Ed Hardy Swimwear 20114The Angry Flight Attendant

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Robert McCandishmarble was a flight waiter.
He enjoyed his work. Sometimes.
The voyage was excellent. And most of his co-workers were fun to work with.
What bothered him most were the people. Some could be rude, careless, claiming, selfish and ill-tempered. And in recent years, the ‘some people’ seemed to become ‘many people’.
He was musing of hanging up his wings when walking through Chinatown in San Francisco during a layover. Without whichever aim of act so, he turned off Grant Avenue into a small dingy lane that appeared to be the dead-end of nobody. However, it did house a small mart that appeared to beckon him inside.
The shop was blank except for one antique Chinaman sitting backward a plain wooden chart. On the additional side of the chart was an equally plain wooden preside.
Without any saluting, the old man beckoned Robert to sit. As soon as Robert had done so, the Chinaman plucked out a smart blue stone from inside his right sleeve.
Again, without speaking, he moved the stone and a silver fetter across to Robert. At premier Robert was hesitant to elect it up. He thought maybe the old male was attempting to sell him the stone.
When the Chinaman noticed Robert’s hesitation he said in a lofty pitched, heavily accented voice, “Please apt put it ashore. Your father requests that I give it to you.”
Robert became even more suspicious. “My father namely dead.”
“Yes…to you. Hold the stone in your hand and look in my eyes.”
For the first time Robert noticed how black the Chinaman’s eyes were. And as he looked into them, they seemed to mushroom in intensity. Suddenly he base himself being swept into a whirlpool of gloom. Then he heard these words that seemed to be oral from distant off, “Wear the stone. It will transform your rage into words of peace.”
And suddenly Robert was back on Grant Avenue without any memories of having left the old man’s shop. He would have thought the all experience a peculiar lapse in consciousness except for the blue stone that hung around his neck.
He was still elusive over the curious experience the next day as passengers boarded his flight out of San Francisco. A fat average looking madam entered the plane and immediately accosted Robert. “Young man, I want to sit in first class. My robust diagram does no eligible well in those cramped coach seats.”
Robert’s rejoinder was immediate. “Lady, if you wanted to park your fat butt in first level, you should have bought a first class ticket.” But at the peak of his furious words passed his lip he heard himself saying, “I’ll be glad to see what I can do while everyone is boarded. If you’ll ascertain your seat in the coach section, I’ll obtain to you as soon as I can.”
The woman actually laughed and pushed on.
As soon for the airplane reached cruising height, Robert was mustered at a pompous man wearing a rumbled affair suit. “When ambition our meal be served? I haven’t dined since this morning and I need my meal as soon as possible.”
Robert replied [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], “Tough [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], crouch. We don’t serve meals on this flight. And if you ambition a snack, you have to pay because it. So if you were stupid enough to writing this flight without retarding about meals [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you can sit there and cramp for always I attention.”
Instead, Robert’s words came out as, “I’m sorry sir. There are no meals served on this flight. However, I’ll bring you a snack as soon as possible.”
“SNACK!” the man screamed. “I said I wanted a meal. Do you know who I am?”
Robert replied. “Frankly, I don’t have a clue approximately what rock you crawled out from below. But if you don’t understand who you are, I’ll be pleased to ask around and penetrate whether anybody knows the pompous ass in 12C.”
Instead the words came out as, “I’ll be elated to check the galley and see if anything is obtainable. I’ll be getting back to you.”
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