Flight Attendants aren’t normal. In fact I would go so far to compare us to unicorns because really… how crazy is it that my friends and I flew from all different parts of the United States to Honolulu for free. Continue reading “A Lady In Hawaii”
Author: twirlingamongroses
A Lady In Zurich
Remember that time when my entire crew including the pilots of an international flight pulled the worlds largest prank on me mid-flight? When I embarrassed myself in front of 300 passengers? I haven’t told y’all? Continue reading “A Lady In Zurich”
Why Cinderella Was Late For The Ball
“Ma’am, is there a reason you were going 20 m.p.h. over the speed limit on a mountain road in the rain?” The officer asked. Continue reading “Why Cinderella Was Late For The Ball”
A Lady In Colorado Springs
“You know honestly I would be THE worst pioneer in the history of pioneer’s. I’d see all this flat land and be like… nope… not happening.” I mused out loud to Danny.
A Lady In Keukenhof
I like to think being a Flight Attendant is a little bit like being Cinderella because like her, my life changes significantly at the stroke of midnight.
Have Courage and Be Kind
“How dare you make me check my bag. Who do you think you are? I bet you didn’t even go to school and are just a Flight Attendant because that’s you’re only option” Continue reading “Have Courage and Be Kind”
A Lady In Salt Lake
Maybe there are Flight Attendants out there that leisurely pack their bags, sweep there hair into a graceful up-do and float out the door to catch a flight to somewhere exotic.
I however… Continue reading “A Lady In Salt Lake”
A Lady In Buenos Aires
If you read my last post you’ll know I was en route to Argentina with some form of Ebola. So settle in because we’re picking up right where we left off.
Covering TSA In Snot
You know that feeling when you’re just barely holding it together and any one thing could bring on the great disaster of 2017. Well that was me standing in line for airport security with Danny. Continue reading “Covering TSA In Snot”
I Swear He’s a Serial Killer
I had just touched down in Minneapolis when I called my mom. I had just met a gentleman who wanted me to meet his son, the obvious next step was to stalk the bananas out of this mystery man. When I say my mom and I are professional stalkers, I mean we. are. professionals. But we could find nothing on this guy. No Facebook profile, criminal record (haha), email account… we were scrambling. My first thought was that he must obviously be a hardened criminal and so I expanded my resources. I sent a text to any and everyone to help me in this obnoxious search and no one could find him! Continue reading “I Swear He’s a Serial Killer”
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