FIRE IT UP!
And I barely caught it... the blaze was out in seconds. With these guys on duty, I feel safer inside a burning plane.
That makes absolutely no sense for a flight attendant to say.
Since the dawn of man, all humans have known someone who had a friend who was a flight attendant. Here, now, I am that friend.
When you hit the ground and all your passengers are off, you have to fill out a little sheet to order all the things you used on the flight, like drinks, ice, trash bags, and the like. Crew meals are one of the things you can order. The commissary people open the galley service door and grab that sheet (if you're in SLC, chances are it's a big Pacific Islander [there's a big concentration of them here... I suppose that if you hated growing up on an island, the furthest from that you could get is a desert]) and bring you the stuff, and in that stuff is a crew meal if you're lucky, because they run out a lot.
There have been three kinds since I've worked here. This is the green one. You can see that the stuff in this one is pretty good. That cheese there is peppercorn parmesan, and I'd buy it in a store if I saw it. The Kettle Classics are a cousin of the Stoned Classics from way back in this blog (those came out of the red crew meal). The applesauce is pretty good if you put a packet of coffee sugar in it. And one word... Milano.
I can eat everything that's in this one. The yellow one, though... a few times I ate just the napkin out of that one.
Down here were photos of what the place looks like when they light it up at night. Gonna have to go back and see that.