



I did learn why we're in such a nice hotel here...it's because the passengers were a whole new breed! Needy, needy and more needy! Oh my gosh. Practically every time I would walk up/down the aisle doing beverages, food, collecting trash, just strolling, SOMEONE would want SOMETHING. And they'd want it at the most inconvenient time - a cart full of trash, and they'd want a soda RIGHT NOW!
A Summit (frequent flier top level) Member in the front row, who should know better, wanted to keep her purse with her and not put it in the overhead bin for take-off and landing. So she put it behind her back...I told her that, "no...it must go into the bin" she pouted and pursed her collagen-filled lips. As we were deplaning, she tried to "cross the line" into the forward galley before the doors were opened, and when we told her to "step back," she told us we were bossy! OMG. Bossy? Really? Who uses that word in this day and age? I told her that we're just trying to follow FAA rules and that we needed her cooperation. Sheesh. She pursed her puffy lips, showed no emotion on her Botox-filled face, and strutted her size 0, black-jean clad liposuctioned buttocks off our plane. Don't mind me. She was my age and I guess I'm just jealous...NOT!
Well, since I have only a few more hours here (I slept a bit later than I had expected to), I'm gonna head outside and take a nice stroll on the beach...we're off to Denver and then Seattle tonight!
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