Written by Jacob Ibrag
“Hello sir, are you ready for take-off?”
God, this lady has such a shit job. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.
Every day, every single bloody day she has to watch people fly away to paradise.
I feel bad for anyone that has to endure a nonplace like this one. It’s always the same.
The worst part of it all is that she has to be nice to these assholes.
Babies crying while their moms are busy trying to get to the next level of candy crush.
Look at these morons taking loads of pointless selfies.
I always think of the caveman, how many of these nails would he bash in?
Survival of the fittest right Charles?
“Yes I am. Listen, here’s a little something for you. Thank you for your services darling.”
As I hand her over Mr. Franklin, she stops me. Is my money not good enough for you?
“Sir, that won’t be necessary. *cough* It’s me, Jess.”
From last night?
“From last night? What the hell is this?”
“That’s not important now, here’s your final assignment.”
On second thought, she deserves everything she gets from these pricks.