God! It's on every damn channel. I just can't take it. The towers imploding over & over. It's too much. Hell, the 1st time was too much. Remember that? Glued to the TV for the whole day in shock & horror. And for those of us who lived around here, the thick air & smell was a putrid reminder for weeks afterward. There are no words. Now, there are movies & recorded 911 calls. And today the whole thing yet again as a memorial tribute. The reading of the names takes hours. Can't fucking stand it. Most of the Flight Attendants I work with specifically bid this day off. It's too much, even now.
Flew in with Armand Assante onboard last night. He is still extremely handsome. Hell, he's gorgeous! And VERY polite. He's so nice & barely asks for anything other than diet coke. He wore cowboy boots, jeans, big belt buckle, a beige 'tucked in' tuxedo shirt unbuttoned down enough with tufts of dark & silver hair on his chest showing. And he still has lots of dark hair on his head. He kept highlighting his script & writing notes all over it. And did I mention POLITE? A real gentleman.
There were many other nice passengers, too. Only 2, well maybe 3 assholes in the whole load.
The good & the bad. Life goes on.