I only flew once to New York City.

There was this hot asian flight attendant. She had sandstone dimples. Whenever she was out of sight, she would slouch like a puff of smoke. Her eyes were never open. She was probably around 55.
She explained the safety precautions. She buckled a seatbelt and pulled. Slapped the belt so hard she squinted, which previously seemed impossible.
She drifted over and stopped next to my arm rest. Lifted her hands up so I could hear her skirt snake up her hips.
And she was well rehearsed.
"Take care to secure your mask before helping others."
So she knew what she wanted. She got me excited about ginger ale, no ice.
She made me forget the creep asian couple I saw in the book shop.
The kids kept steady heads and they held steady hands. They talked about law school.
But the girl's elbow bent backwards.