17028 Cart Bitch

Bev has run over Wanda with the cart and wonders where she is.

For lack of a better term I am going to call these flight attendants Cart Bitches.

You know the ones I'm talking about. They release the brake while you're mid-pouring a Diet Coke and quite determinedly ram a 300 pound cart into your uterus while yelling "I'm ready!"

I had the great pleasure to fly with one the other day.

It is customary and not to mention very nice to first ask the other FA on the cart if you can pour them anything before releasing the brake and projectiling the cart over them like some crazy Wal-Mart shopper on Christmas Eve.

So please, everyone, let's observe some proper Cart Etiquette.

You can be a bitch, just don't be a Cart Bitch.