Ding. Another one.
He walked past seat after seat, row after row, calling for the rebellion.
One by one, every flight attendant light turned on. Every last one.
After two hours of abuse, rudeness, artificial smiles, passive aggressive torture, stubbed feet… everyone had enough, and he was the self-appointed Che. Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands. As she glared at him, overdone, plastic makeup and starched shirt reflecting the only light in their night flight- the yellow glow from the galley- the other passengers cheered him on. The ones who were awake that is.
The rest woke up moments later and watched incredulously as he got Tasered to the dirty, well-traveled floor.
Thus ended his revolution.
Music by: Gold Leader »