Growing a Kidney Stone

The head flight attendant
from hell asked me what I
wanted to drink. “Diet Coke,
please.” She then turned
to the next person and
asked what he wanted to
drink and then said,
“Wait. Don’t say Diet
Coke. I have just two
words for you, just two —
kidney stones. So, what
do you want?” “A Diet
Coke,” my neighbor said.
She then tossed a package
of cookies onto my tray.
Again she turned to my
neighbor and asked what
he wanted in the way
of a snack. She offered
three choices. I said,
“You just threw down a
package of cookies onto
my tray and didn’t offer
a choice. I would like
some peanuts, please.”
She tossed a package of
peanuts onto my tray and
pushed the cart away. “And
I paid good money for this?”
I mumbled to myself to which
she turned and barked, “Did
you just say something!”
“Who, me? I’m just sitting
here growing a kidney stone.”

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