When I first heard his voice softly trying to hypnotize us, I thought our flight attendant was Jim Gaffigan. Actually, his name tag said Smoaky.
“You’re getting sleepy…” Whispers a quiet voice over the comm system as he tries to soothe the savage beasts.
“Close your eyes…”
“You don’t want anything to drink…”
“Peanuts give you gas…”
“Check the belt on your seatie, give a hug to your sweetie, this Boeing is goin’!”
Back to quiet:
“If you fall asleep right now when we wake you in Charlotte, the flight took five minutes. Stay awake and it’s over 2 hours and 20 minutes. The choice is yours.”
I love to fly Southwest.