What a crazy day yesterday!!!

It was one of those really long days of flying (14 hours and 6 cities), but I was really well rested and was in a great mood... I was even being nice to people!!! Then it happened...

I was in Atlanta, and feeling a bit hungry, so I popped into the Popeye's Famous Fried Chicken for a bite to eat... After pondering the menu, I decided to go with the chicken. I collected my deep fried delicacy, paid my bill, doused my red beans and rice with Louisiana Hot Sauce (ignoring the fact that I was in Georgia, not Louisiana as the label would have you believe) collected my sweet tea (when in Rome...) and headed out the door back to my plane. BAM!!! This man ran into me... Totally because he was to busy cussing out the woman he was with (presumably his wife). The conversation was pretty one sided and went something like this:

Man (to woman): "You need to bitch to someone who gives a fuck, your fat ass can pee on the plane, you took to long last time"
Woman (kind of to the man, but more addressed to the carpet below her): "you're right, I am sorry"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing... I didn't know if I was watching a Lifetime Television Movie or what (I want Denzel Washington to play my part) I even turned around and caught myself as I was about to berate this ignorant chauvinistic prick when I realized I was in my uniform and didn't need to get fired much less arrested that day... I dare a man to ever think he is going to talk to me like that. He had better be wearing his running shoes, cuz when I catch him... I mean really, I was raised to never talk to a woman like that ESPECIALLY in front of a house of worship (ie: Popeyes Famous Fried Chicken)... I made the mistake of calling my Mom a bitch one time... (key words = ONE TIME) I woke up a week and a half later after apparently having some emergency dental work done with a hand print across my cheek. Imagine if I had called her fat or worse said anything in that tone to her in public... They would have been laying white lilies on my grave (Tony can just put rocks on my headstone to let the world know he visited... Do me a favor put a bunch up there so I look popular). Well that experience changed my whole mood... I was crabby from then on. I nearly didn't enjoy my fried chicken (luckily, reason took hold and brought me back to reality... It wasn't the chickens fault)

The next flight was delayed cuz of a mechanical issue... No big deal but it was very hot on the plane... I asked the crew to turn up the AC, and they promised me that it was on as high as it could go... We finally take off, and I am doing my beverage service in my suit, sweating like Whitney Houston going through customs, and this man rings his call button and the conversation went something like this:

Him: "Its fucking hot in here, tell them to turn on the air"
Me: "I may have noticed (wiping sweat from my forehead) they have told me the air is on as high as it can go, so we are doing all we can.
Him: "bull shit, its fucking forty-fucking-degrees below fucking zero outside and this is the best you can do?"
Me (having just snapped from the poor use of the f-word): "what the fuck do you want me to do roll down a fucking window"?

I felt bad for losing my temper and couldn't believe I had cursed to a passenger (I mean that is something I only do in my fantasies). I was comforted by the old woman behind him who reassured me that she would have said the exact same thing. I apologized to the man for losing my temper, and again explained that I was hot as well, and if there were anything I could do to correct the situation, it would have already been done. He understood, apologized as well, and it appears as though I might escape being fired this time.

Came home and Chris picked me up from the airport and we hung out at my place for a while... His neck was really hurting him pretty bad, but I didn't know what to do about it, I offered to rub it, but he seemed a little leary of all that...But eventually succumbed to my pressure and he said it felt a lot better (I think he was lying, but it was nice to hear none the less). I am still not sure what is going on with our situation, but I know I like him, and he seems interested in me enough... I suppose sometime really soon we should sit down and have the talk (ok, are we dating? And if so, what does that mean for you and what does that mean for me) not something I am looking forward to having, cuz I know my views on relationships are very different from anyone else's... Or at least his, but we will see...

that's all for now, I will write more as it happens...