Sleepless hours of studying how to properly pour a Diet Coke on an airplane left us with a sugary taste in our mouth from the overwhelming struggle of learning its chemical compounds. Flight Attendant school was far more rigorous than anyone could have anticipated. Hours of memorizing, "would you like a drink sir/ma'am?" and what airline we worked for took a tremendous amount of concentration. But in an effort to not fry our brains, we took the one day off a week to destress and "treat yo self"
Like any experienced Flight Attendant, we played with balls
We drank....water (as to follow strict FAA regulations)
We followed a rare herd/gaggle/murder/flock of Polikes (half police, half bike)
We became sexually active
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