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flying back from Phoenix last year, I am sitting in the very front row.
The stewardesses are locked in their seats, chatting up a storm...and we start to roll down the runway.
Next thing you k now the door starts whistling really loud...the fucking thing is not shut completely....the look on the stewardesses face would be considered priceless if it were not the same look on mine.
She stood up and pulled the damn thing in tight and made sure it was bolted good...dear god I wanted to bitch slap those over paid cocktail waitresses.
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