Have I got a story.
My dad and I were coming back home from a ski trip in Montana. We flew from FCA
to then catch NW
. Well, as fate would have it we were late getting into SEA
. We run to the NW
departure gate as fast as possible since we were flying in first class. We get to the gate just as they start final boarding and get to our seats just in time to enjoy the complementary beverages before departure.
Then SHE showed up.
SHE was in a white skirt, while blouse, white hat, white stockings and blue eyeshadow. Possibly colorblind, I dunno. SHE was carrying a small kennel with the ugliest long haired white cat I had ever seen. The cats name? Fluffy. How original. As she takes here seat, my dad and I are about to burst with laughter but were able to contain ourselves. The obviously gay flight attendant took one look at fluffy and replied "Oh how Lovely. A cat. You have...... A........ Cat" He didn't like Fluffy.
SHE sat in the row in front of usand at this point I was about to die from holding in my laughter. My dad just rolled his eyes and started to read.
Fluffy was quiet for the most part during pushback, and meowed quietly during taxi. As the obviously gay flight attendant was going through the cabin before departure SHE proclaimed to him that "Fluffy and I are going to PARIS!"
"Oh how lovely" he replied, shooting a stare at here that would make Ru Paul straight.
Well, Fluffy didn't like take off too much..........
MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW
allllllllll through take off and alllllllllll through out climb out. This went on for about an hour. I was in hysterics since I was the only one in first class with a walkman and didn't have to listen to Fluffy lose it. My dad went to the restroom and the flight attendant offered him 20 dollars to silence Fluffy by any means necessary. He was serious too.
SHE really loved Fluffy. Shh spoke to this cat like it was a baby saying things like..... "How's my little Fluffy wuffy!" and "Your such a good baby! Mommy loves you KISS KISS KISS KISS!"
My dad said he wanted to puke, The guy in the next aisle said he already did.
It was conclusive. We hated Fluffy.
Then SHE went to the restroom. Fluffy didn't like that either. Fluffy went in to cries and moaned like she was dying. Fluffy didn't know how close she really was.
The whole flight was smooth. My dad was now praying for some good turbulence to shut Fluffy up. He got his wish. We went up. We went down. Side to side and damn near did a loop de loop.
So did Fluffy.
While people in coach were holding on for dear life and frowning, we were smiling. Fluffy went up, down and allllllll around.
SHE returned to her seat and said "Fluffy! What happened are you alright!"
To which my dad responded "God I hope not" SHE heard that and sneered.
I laughed like I never laughed before.
(And yes Fluffy was fine)
After we arrived in DTW
we found out that the plane (A DC-10) would be continuing on to Paris, but everyone had to deplane for servicing. SHE then asked the obviously gay flight attendant "Could fluffy stay on board?" The flight attendant couldn't hold it in anymore
"Oh hell no. Get that cat off my plane!"
SHE replied "Well, you don't have to be so rude!"
We then glared at her with the displeasure of suffering through Fluffy in our eyes. She saw all 24 First class passengers unhappy and then she went to get Fluffy.
This is why I died laughing when I real about the pig in First Class to SEA
on USAir. What up with freaky pet owners in SEA