A friend of a guy in the Nutrition School at Tufts
was one of the lucky passengers onboard a Northwest Airlines flight to Boston during our
recent hurricane "Bob". The captain did his best to skirt the edge of the storm,
but it was a pretty rough ride just the same - rough enough that the flight attendants
were ordered to strap themselves into their seats for about half an hour, and many of the
passengers were putting the little plastic-lined bags in their seat pockets to good use.
When the turbulence finally abated, the flight attendants unbuckled themselves, and the
captain's voice came on over the intercom.
"Well, folks, that was quite some ride, wasn't it?! But we came through it fine,
just the way we always do, and I'm happy to report that it looks like the remainder of our
trip should be much calmer. On behalf of myself and today's flight crew, I'd like to thank
you very much for your calmness and cooperation, and extend our best wishes for a pleasant
stay in Boston.
. <after a short pause and several clicks>
Jesus Christ - whadda bitchin' ride!! Boy - I sure could use a cup of good strong
coffee and a blow job, right about now!"
As a stricken stewardess dashed up the aisle to the cabin to inform the captain that
his intercom was still on, one of the passengers called after her, "Don't forget the