Fluffer

Well….looks like my dear friend, Schmen (refer to: First Class or Class Ass), has been outdone. Oddly, enough…..by the cleaning crew. Not just any cleaning crew. Not the ones that you normally see circling the door of the jet bridge waiting for the plane to land so they can knock you over to spray their room “deodorizer” in your face and push you back in your seat as if their job was with the national center of disease control and that flight had been red flagged. Not the ones that are short enough to play leap frog with. Not the ones that actually look like they wash their hair less than people that claim to be from Europe, as if that was some personal hygiene trump card. Not that ones that inspire high school line backers to work out more. We’re talking tall, blonde Polish chicas bonitas. F*bombs have nothing on them…well, except for myself and the crowd I go out to ice cream with.

Not only were these women beautiful they were complete professionals. They were always looking their best for work. They were always right where you needed them. They were always detail oriented. They were giving….always wanted to make sure everyone was taken care of. They always made sure their blankets were folded and their pillows were fluffy. These were the ‘take the shirt’ of their back type of women.

Unfortunately, all of those descriptions could be taken quite literally. One day these beautiful bombshell bitches, as I like to refer to them as, were gone. Dismayed that these beauties would nowhere to help us all inspire to be ‘cleaning crew’, someone asked one of our managers. Much like the typical managers that most people work with, these people knew nothing…… well, except that these natural wonders were discovered after hours on the plane, in the hangar, filming a porno with the plane as their stage.

I still haven’t found the video. God speed Polish cleaning crew. You’ll be missed.