"The Corset Diaries" - читать интересную книгу автора (MacAlister Katie)

Monday—or maybe it’s Tuesday now

August 30/31, depending on your time zone

Post-movie (Sleepless in Seattle)

Row 12, seat A, over Greenland, according to Bob the pilot




I can’t believe the sort of bullies they hire as flight attendants nowadays. I know they’ve cracked down on security and everything, but this has nothing to do with the safety of the airplane, its crew, or the passengers. Hilda Trentworth, flight attendant henceforth known to one and all as Hilda the Hun, is on my list. I’m going to formally complain about her not only threatening to take away my frequent flyer miles (she can’t do that, can she?), but also the fact that she snapped at me and pushed me back into my seat when all I did was ask about the possibility of parachuting out of the plane so I don’t have to be humiliated when Roger, after bursting into hysterical laughter upon seeing me, suddenly starts chanting “Fat, fat, the water rat!” as he dances around me.

I don’t even think she even asked Bob the pilot about dropping me off somewhere. I’m going to ask one of the other flight attendants, the ones who aren’t Hun-like, if one of them will ask Bob for me. He sounds nice. I bet he will.









Monday, Tuesday, who knows

August whatever

Middle of the friggin‘ night

Airplane from hell




Hilda the Hun just leaned over the old lady next to me to tell me that if I bother one more flight attendant, she’ll see I get off the plane . . . in the middle of the ocean, without a parachute.

She is so going to get reported!