Free Stuff Comes with a Price
The other day on my flight back to LA, the gay steward(ess)/airline attendant, whatever bought me a drink. "Shhh...this one's on me" he whispered while inconspicuously handing me the little Tanqueray bottle and continuing to wheel the cart down the aisle.
At first I didn't think he was gay. I like to give male stewards the benefit of the doubt. Heck, I'd love to travel for a living too and in my opinion I'm only a 3 out 10 on the potential gay scale. But...he saw that I was reading "Running with Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs. DANGER DANGER. I was only part way through the book at the time when he casually scrolled by row 17 and then all of a sudden stopped to tell me that he loved the book. In his words exactly, "it reminded him so much of his youth". I finished the book a couple days later. It was actually really funny despite the full-on detailed pedophile anal sex and swallowing scenes.
Free stuff comes with a price. This thought kept troubling me as I downed my free booze and masterminded ways to avoid Gay Steward on my way out. I made it out of the plane ok but when I was waiting outside the airport washroom for my friend, he walked by and smiled. I was scared that he would come over to invite me for a drink in West LA so I put my head down and pretended not to see him.
Is that bad? Am I a homophobic jerk?
I guess the least I could have done for the free booze was given him a proper airport handjob. =)
At first I didn't think he was gay. I like to give male stewards the benefit of the doubt. Heck, I'd love to travel for a living too and in my opinion I'm only a 3 out 10 on the potential gay scale. But...he saw that I was reading "Running with Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs. DANGER DANGER. I was only part way through the book at the time when he casually scrolled by row 17 and then all of a sudden stopped to tell me that he loved the book. In his words exactly, "it reminded him so much of his youth". I finished the book a couple days later. It was actually really funny despite the full-on detailed pedophile anal sex and swallowing scenes.
Free stuff comes with a price. This thought kept troubling me as I downed my free booze and masterminded ways to avoid Gay Steward on my way out. I made it out of the plane ok but when I was waiting outside the airport washroom for my friend, he walked by and smiled. I was scared that he would come over to invite me for a drink in West LA so I put my head down and pretended not to see him.
Is that bad? Am I a homophobic jerk?
I guess the least I could have done for the free booze was given him a proper airport handjob. =)