Every onc't in awhile, Aunty climbs aboard a flight, that last leg on the way home...tired, cranky, whimpering like a thumb-suckin' wee chile, wishin' I had a blankie -- or a glass of Pinot Grigio.
What I got was Delta Dawn. Bless her! She was a pro: Her perfect balance of humor an' serious care for all them safety regs saved the day. It be a toy size connector plane, tight quarters sure to cramp the legs an' tempers. Ever'body wuz jes' lookin' fer a fight. Delta Dawn, why, lemme tell y'all, she had a mouth full of hot grits charm. When a Snide Fella asked her what language she be speakin' Delta smiled an' quipped, "The same sweet talk we shared last night, Handsome." He had the grace to chuckle.
When Delta took aholt of her servin' cart, she whipped on her apron. See it? covered wif' cupcakes???? It be too much fer Aunty. I jes' gotta blog this, I thought. So, thinkin' to snap a pic wif'out her haid, jes' to protect her privacy, I clicked it. But, she ain't havin' none of it. "Please text me yore photo Auntybelle" and then she wrote her phone number n a napkin fer me....wif' a wink she said, "I cain't eat no sugar more, so now I jes' wear it."
By the time we'uns landed, Delta had us all happy an' BFF.
Sometimes ya' meet a real winner when ya' least expect it.