morgan the prostitute.

today i was on the plane...and this is what happened...

i'm in the back galley. by myself. reading the news paper. i'm in the middle of the sports pages, and i read a disturbing fact, and i say out loud "oh my gosh, baylor is #6?", and as i'm saying this a man walks in my back galley, me and him had some interaction at the beginning of the flight, but he startels me. and now he is just kind of standing there looking at me, grinning. and this is the interaction from there.

man: (still standing there. just grinning. and now he begins mumbling.)
me: ummmm, yes?
man: (grinning. mumbling. and now shuffling his feet.)
me: do you want to go in there? (pointing to the bathroom)
man: (now he's giggling)
me: (i begin giggling)
*enter other flight attendant to back galley
man: (stops giggling. looks guilty)
other flight attendant: morgan, what are you reading about?
me: sports. baylor girls have dropped to #6!
man: (looks at me, his face drops, and then immediately looks as if a light bulb has gone off in his head. he begins laughing.)
*me and other flight attendant are now talking about baylor
man: (interrupting us..) i thought you said 'would you like to have SEX.'
all: (we burst out laughing.)
man: you even asked if i wanted to go in there. i was thinking 'i LOVE southwest airlines'.
me: no!...baylor...basketball....#SIX.....SIX.
man: oh. ok. (returns to his seat)

the end.