Lullaby League REPRESENTZ!

Image via Tenuki

Image via Tenuki
*The best part of this was, he went careening past me, swore at me again, and then I saw him in the lobby of the agency I work at, waiting for an interview. He went pale when he saw me.
Remember when your parents gave you wholly unscientific superstitions and warnings, such as “Don’t swallow gum; it will stay in your stomach for seven years!” or, “If you make a face like that, it will stick that way forever.” Nikki and I were discussing those this afternoon when I had the idea to write up some new ones.
Last night’s flight home was not uneventful. We were still in the air—nearly a half hour late—when the pilot said, “I’m sure you may have noticed that we’ve just been flying around in circles. We can’t land due to strong thunderstorms over Detroit, but we’ll need to or we’ll run out of fuel soon.”
Not the type of message that inspires confidence.
People started panicking and biting their nails. He might as well have said, “I am in ur airplane, crashing ur passengers.” While waiting to die land, I thought of some cruel things flight attendants could say: