You Are Too Pretty to Fly, Too? It's a Plague We Must Suffer

My heart went out to the sweet young girls that were thrown off Southwest Airlines and banned from any future flights. These poor delicate creatures suffered the pain and anguish that we, the beautiful must endure. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Sweet young Nisreen Swedberg, student at USF and beautiful Sarah Williams her accomplice, er, companion, were treated abominably when they flew the airlines, only to be escorted off by four police officers at the next stop.

The only thing these young ladies did was to be beautiful, and also spew some foul language at another passenger. But then, it couldn't be that!

I, too, have received different treatment because of the way I looked. Once when flying a not to be mentioned airline jumbo jet, a few years back, I happened to wear a sleek blue suit with a straight skirt and fitted jacket. Damn, I looked good. This was the type of airplane that you could walk around on. I got up to stretch my legs and then the discrimination began. I was forced into hard labor.

Not having a frequent fliers title, I was somewhat naive about the workings of the plane and plane courtesy. I knew I looked good, God knows I worked hard enough at it, and did have modeling experience to solidify my belief and for that I spent the flight doing hard labor for free.

As I stretched my legs, one of the other passengers asked me to get them some water. Hey, not a problem. I went up to the stewardess, also dressed in blue and got him a bottle. I guess he was worried that we might hit a bump. On the way back another passenger asked for a pillow. I opened the cabinet above them and handed it to them. It was just plain courteous to do that.

Once I delivered the first bottle more people stopped me. I retrieved an aspirin from my purse for one, more water, a cup of coffee, and several blankets. I was pooped by the end of the flight and realized the airline had trapped me into free labor. It all occurred just because I was beautiful. Okay, later I did realize that my suit looked just very similar to the airline hostess, and perhaps I was being mistaken for one.

Maybe if the young ladies would think for a bit, about their behavior, they too would realize that it wasn't just their beauty, but something more that caused them to be escorted away.

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