You know you’re working a Vegas flight when passengers walk on board and ask if you’re serving alcohol – at 7AM (Yes, sir, we will be serving alcohol for breakfast), you’re apologizing for running out of limes before takeoff (not over the PA, even though you’d like to), people keep trying to pay for things (you’re not selling) with a fat ball-o sweaty cash, and no one notices they’re sitting between a stripper and two…well, I probably shouldn’t go there, but I will say their paperwork is hidden in a cubby and I’ll be passing it off to someone meeting the flight. Which reminds me of the announcement Flavor Flavvvv made on a recent flight, “Good luck in the land of lost wages…I mean, Las Vegas.” This after plugging his fried chicken and waffles restaurant in Vegas— ‘Flavor Flav House of Flavors.’ I’ll have to check it out next time I’m in town. So…who’s coming with me?
Heather Poole 
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