Let me very clear that I am not proud of having made this next move. I have no excuse except my own weakness. After Margot's truth bombs I tried to find a quick flight back to LaGuardia or JFK only to discover my work privileges had been revoked. I wasn't on the no fly list exactly. Let's not be that

dramatic but it did mean I had no access to any discounted flights and finding

something last minute over Christmas was definitely not in the budget for this little bird.

Hey now you can pour more than that Mr. Bartender you want me to keep spilling you keep

pouring thank you. The tiniest silver lining was Pete who just so happened to be flying out of Spokane that afternoon,

where I was currently waiting out my layover to nowhere.

If I had to choose between doubling down on my loneliness or

hitching a ride with the world's ducious distraction, I had to choose the latter.

I'll have a huge go spritz. Oh you don't do those here. Um, okay, I'll have a Hugo Spritz. Oh, you don't do those here. Um, okay, I'll have an

aperal Spritz. No? Oh my God. Have you ever been dumped by your best friend?

What kind of tonic would you recommend for that? A

$14 draft beer. This is worse than getting socks.

Yoo-hoo, hey, Maya!

Hey, there's my damsel in distress. Here we go. I knew you'd ask me to

stuff your stocking sooner or later. Don't say that. Look, I just need a favor.

This isn't a booty cult.

Damn. Wait, are you drinking? It's 9 a.m. Are you judging me? It's an airport and I've

been here all night. And it's Christmas time and space mean nothing. I'm having a rough time. I was visiting a friend and...

Ah, you couldn't stop thinking about our last bathroom, Boink, so you had to message me for round two, huh? I got

called out by HR. You know how much I love this job. It's practically my whole

personality and I'm everyone's favorite. No one cares about flight attendance.

You're just gophers in between bathroom breaks.

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