While I was working on my recent flight, a guy stopped me in the aisle and said, “You have small children at home, right?”
I looked at him and tried to figure out what he was talking about. Did I know him? Was he looking at my pendant which holds my girls’ initials? Did I have spit up on my uniform?
He must have understood my confusion because he started pointing at my butt. When I turned around to look, I saw a large flower sticker stuck to me. OMG! Why didn’t anyone tell me? My mind immediately ran through all the places I went to before I got to work.
I guess I should be thankful it wasn’t anything more embarrassing.
Have you ever gone out in public with something stuck to you . . . butt or otherwise?