Welcome to Delta Airlines, where we dress our stews in the most unappealing clothes ever.
Miss your drudge of a wife? Just take a look at our girl, with her unfashionable attire, her bland shoes and hair that looks like it came from a box.
Yes, she’s no floor show, she’s just your own servant while you fly the friendly skies. Her name is Carol, but it could be Virginia or Linda. Who cares, really? You’ll always feel like a leading man, no matter which of our working girls services you.
Because we’re Delta, and Delta is ready when you are.
Sorry about the lack of posts everyone. I am fighting just to keep my sanity at this point. I am not beating the depression this time, it’s beating me.