Flight 1662

No need to mince words, Dorothy was ugly. Not that sort of unsalvageable ugly, but the kind that needed a distinct amount of attention that was long overdue. Dorothy served warm cokes on cheap flights from Des Moines to Minneapolis and did so without a smile. Her voice was coated in a bubble gummy airline fluff that made your stomach turn regardless of turbulence. She also had the ankles of an eighty-five year old wheelchair enthusiast. Despite all this, Dorothy did have the accuracy and persistence of a tenth grade math Olympian who had dedicated her life to the 4-H. She was more than enough stewardess for one plane and we all remained seated for the duration of the three hour flight despite our wavering bladders and irrational urges to stroll. Even after it happened, I doubt if anyone could have anticipated Dorothy’s tumble. From our urine soaked chairs we looked on in awe as she reclaimed the cabin and delivered the remaining beverages her thirsty passengers had ordered, never alluding to her spill. God damnit, Dorothy you’re tough. Are you Polish or something?