I thought that I could keep up while I was on my trip but nope. So here's the start of my 'Blogging A to Z' a week late. Siri lead me to a website that gave me five words so I thought I'd use them all: Airplane, Amalia, Assault, Ah, Ariella
Enjoy!
“Listen, Ariel.”
“Ariella.”
“Do not get smart with me.”
“Oh no ma’am. Just thought you’d want the right name when you demand to talk to my manager.”
Ariella usually appealed to her cranky passengers by fervently agreeing with them and oh if only there was something she could do for them, I’m so sorry. Other times no was no and that was all.
And then there was the very rare times that her filter came off completely. This was one of those times.
“Do you know who I am?”
“I feel like I would remember you. So no.”
“I am Amalia Parcel Largo.”
She waited, looking at me with a smug look on her face like she just proved her point.
My jaw dropped and I gaped. “Amalia Parcel Largo?” She smirked and I dropped the act. “Yeah, I still don’t know who you are.”
Watching the look wash of her face could replace my favorite movie. “I. Am the daughter. Of the CEO of that plane.”
“Airplanes don’t have CEOs. They do have captains. And those captains are paid to fly those planes on time. You knew that time and missed it. I neither can nor would bring that plane back for you.”
“I want to see your manager!”
“Ah, there it is.” I picked up the intercom and called Management and then security. The verbal assault tournament wasn’t worth winning anymore.
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