Once upon a time there was a girl named Megan who was a flight attendant. She learned that the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport is the ultimate place for people watching and that people who travel, for any reason, usually make for a good story.
OK, I can't do this entire post in 3rd person. Yes, I was a flight attendant and yes, it was an awesome experience. I have several stories to share regarding my experiences, but why stray from the common theme of embarrassing stories?
One night, on a flight from Atlanta to New Jersey, I elected to be in the back of the aircraft for service. I had the most seniority on this flight so choosing the back was a no-brainer, it's the easiest, most chill position to have. Only to my surprise, seated in business class was none other than Jim Jones. This was a big deal. Mainly because the rapper was relevant at this time. If you are reading this and haven't heard of Jim Jones, he is known for the song, "We Fly High" which charted the Billboard Hot 100 at #5 circa 2006 or so. I couldn't believe I would be at the back of the plane the whole flight when I could have been socializing with him.
I was so excited (and much cooler than the other flight attendants on this trip), I made my way to the front (after take-off, of course- safety first) to tell the other clueless flight attendants. I was trying to be discreet and not seem star-struck, after all celebrities are just like us, right? Anyway, I just had to get a picture with Jim Jones. I convinced one of the other flight attendants to get one, too. I can't remember if I asked him for the picture or if she did, although it sounds like something I would do. He was really nice about it, and came to the galley for a quick photo-op.
My co-worker counted us down, "1, 2, 3... cheese!" and I got my picture with him. Then, I agreed to take one for her. She handed me the camera, and overwhelmed with excitement and how the night was turning out, I counted them down to 3, just as she did for us and then at the last minute replaced, "cheese" with... "BALLIN!" northern accent and all. As soon as it left my lips I realized how unbelievably lame it was and immediately wished I could take it back. I said it with such conviction that there was no letting it go. He started laughing hysterically, as well as his entourage in the first 2 rows, and I'm not sure if it was with me or at me because I can't remember if I was laughing.
How do I always do this to myself? I'm so awkward. At least I'll always have that picture.. strong emphasis on the least part.
