Airlines can be a schizophrenic bunch, my darling pumpkins. One minute they’re at the door with flowers, chocolates and a couple of foil packets in their pockets. The next they’re getting all stroppy and threatening to cast you off like yesterday’s blue ice. You can’t have it both ways, big boys.
While United is channeling Dr. Jekyll, others are taking on the roll of Mr. Hyde, waving dollar bills in your pretty pumpkin faces. Honestly darlings, don’t even ask if they’ll respect you in the morning… the answer is as plain as an inflight meal.
It’s strangely silent out there this morning… are you waiting for the sound of the next penny to drop… the tender words we all want to hear? I’m still waiting…
