Breakfast

 

Good morning, everyone.  We will be coming through the cabin shortly with breakfast and a drink service.  Please keep the aisles clear for the food carts and your flight attendants.  That also means that that full bladder that you have as we awakened you will have to be held until we finish serving you our bland frittata and blueberry upside-down muffin.  Oh, and your morning constitutional?  Squeeze them butt cheeks, gentlemen until we finish getting that extra sugar for the guy in the row behind you.  Thank you for flying Fiji Air.


Enquiring minds:  OK, Dave.  How much of that did you make up?


Dave:  Just the last part.


EM:  How much of the last part?


Dave:  You figure it out.


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