Egg timers and Pearls

Where to begin?

I wish to document all the funny things that happen on my flights. I would like to...but there are just to many. So I will have to write the ones I can tell in the shortest amount of words.

2 Male United FA's board my flight to Phoenix. They were both going home after a long 2 day layover in Sydney,Austraila. (No, they were not a couple). They were funny and I loved talking with them. Steve read my palm and it was also his birthday. He noticed my lifeline is broken into two parts. He asked how old I was and said that my break is happening right about now. He also said that the largest portion of my money was going to come more towards retirement age. I was kinda freaked, but intrigued.
The other guy (I don't remember his name) sat in 1A and talked with me a lot. When we landed they asked me if this was my overnight. I said "yes" and the one guy (not Steve) gave me a beer. It was one of his special beers that he had brought back from Austraila. I thanked him and wondered what I was going to do with it. I don't like beer myself. I gave it to my captain, but later asked for it back. I want to give it to my brother-in-law who loves beer and would really appreciate it. It would be nice since he is driving down from Oregon to pick up the girls the day after Christmas. I want them to go spend some time with family over the break. I'm sure I'll be working.

What else?? Let's see...Oh yeah, I got to do something that hardly any FA's (or anyone else for that matter) get to do. You remember that bad storm that went through Seattle a couple weeks ago? Well, I was in Bellingham, Washington that night which is close by. The storm was loud! Our report time was early, but our plane never made it in the night before, so all our flights the next day were cancelled. We did fly one leg to SLC and overnighted there instead of Vancouver. That's where I had the opportunity to check out the flight simulators. While the captain was showing me the sim, 2 pilots and an instructor had returned from a break to finish their training session for that day. I was invited in!
It was very cool. It felt very much like a real take off and landing. I watched the instructor create problems for the pilots. We had a right engine fire. I helped out with the NTSBO. That's an acronym for an emergency procedure. During the hour long session we spun out on the runway and crashed during one of the landings. The windshield turned red and the instructor said, "congratulations...we're all dead."

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CRAP! I can't believe this. What you just read is only a third of what I wrote for this post. Blogger just screwed me over when I tried to spell check it. So here ya go, mistakes and all. I'm to damn tired to re-write the rest. I'll just have to do it tomorrow. It was something like...blah, blah, blah...was in Tijuana, Mexico last night...blah, blah, blah....company store....blah, blah, blah.