No hats

The Captain wakes me up… “want to meet at the bar in a few?” So I wander up to the bar. The bar tender tells me I can’t wear a hat in there. Whaaaaat?

So, he and I (messy hair and all) and the other F/O sit down for a while. I have my Calamari and a Fosters or two (that’s the best thing they had… ugh). When it’s time to go, they’re reallllly slow bringing the check. We asked two or three times. Finally, I figured out the solution, which worked quite well….

I put my hat back on…

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2 Responses to No hats

  1. keene_edi says:

    Did it work? That was so hilarious, I almost pee’d my pants laughing. You’re so innovative 😉
    Note to us – set up expectation with our servers to keep those bills coming quickly. 🙂

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